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A Letter to the Unborn
April 17, 2007|
-published at peyups
I wish I could tell you more vividly what the world is; how we, the LIVING, are; how it is to feel pulsating with LIFE; how it is to DIE everyday. I wish I could quite describe to you what pain is, what love and joy are, what constitutes happiness, how it feels to aspire, to succumb over failures, to dream, to be filled with wonder, to be confused, feel empty, to regret… I wish I could be an effective storyteller of the fate of the human race, a good critic of the unfolding circumstances that shape man's destiny…
I wish I could educate you with the basic human emotions – how it is to cry, to laugh, to be in pain and sorrow, to know the warmth of a friend close by. If only I could teach you the highest ideals, share with you a glimpse of the world I see — the grasses, the meadows, the stars, the clouds, birds and fishes. I could attempt to describe the colors of the flowers and the rainbows and the nests on the trees. If only you could smell the ocean breeze passing through your nostrils or the scent of lavender and roses in flower shops. If you could only hear the waves slapping its face on the shore or the rumblings in a woman's heart silenced in anguish. If only you could have a glance of other children playing happily in the fields or along the streets — their toys, their fights. If I could be your sight, you would see tall skycrapers in the city, busy traffic lanes, vendors on the road… other children selling candies on the streets. If you could only feel the heat of a man's passion for love or the coldness in his heart…
Out here is a world of complexities… Many are understood, many are sidelined, some are neglected, some silenced. Others are in abundance while some are deprived and immersed in poverty. Here is an imperfect world, sometimes harsh and cruel; sometimes gentle and kind. Everyone of us constantly struggle for tranquility and a sense of belongingness. Not everyone has the desire to PRAY… Everyone knows LOVE, not everyone is touched by it…
I wish I could be more eloquent in my speech that I may create an impression in your mind… that somehow I may relay to you a world apart from your own… But I do not have the facility nor the knowlege to speak for the WORLD. I can tell you of fame and power, I could explain what honor is, but would you understand? Would it matter to you? Is it your need… to know?
Perhaps you do not mind. Perhaps you care less. But I reach out to let you know that somehow, you have a world completely detached from us. And I wonder. Do you feel pain? Do you know love? Were you angry because you were not permitted to live and breathe. Do you have gripes about your fate … like we do? Were you vengeful having known your supposedly parents didn't care to rear you? Were you forgiving because your mother overlooked herself when you were in her womb? Were you excited to LIVE? Did you feel deprived? Or were you envious… or grateful, seeing a better state where you are now.
I wouldn't know…But in my world, living becomes a sacrifice for some; a necessity for others, a curse, an endless parade, a privelege, a grace. Our perceptions about LIFE and LIVING and, too, of DYING vary enormously depending on our personal human experiences, which shape our perspectives towards the world. I cannot explain to you the WORLD because I, too, don't quite understand it. However, I can tell you these: the eyes, which is the mirror of a man's soul, shed both tears of pain and joy; the heart is both a vessel of many human feelings most often are at war like love and hate, joy and sadness, guilt and moral expectations, awe and disgust; the mind is a spring of both good insights that give meaning to LIFE and evil thoughts that cause DEATH in many forms.
Look at me, child. I have all the facility to create and to destroy, to give back that which I have as a form of gratitude or to remain insensitive to others needs. I struggle, win and lose … Were your being unborn a victory or a loss… I wouldn't know either. Some of us, in several occassions in our lives, have been made happy. Some of us, though, remain lonely. Not everyone has peace… peace is a winged joy. I do not know about your world but if you have PEACE…then it is quite a consolation. |
