Last Night I Cried...

...for reasons that only my heart seem to understand. Why do most people 'choose' to look down upon the disadvantaged man? Sometimes even the purest of minds lack compassion. I'm not saying that I would blindly love and feel sorry for any being out there and that I'm a Mother Theresa in jeans. All I'm saying is when it's your family and a good humanbeing, and when that loved-one loses his way for a little while, why can't people just understand that he needs a little time and a little help to get by until he's back on his feet again? And why can't people give that kind of help to him without expecting something in return and without spewing it on his face til the day he dies? Why can't people just understand that we all go through troubled times and that it can happen to them too? Why can't people just chuck him out of their house without keeping him there and torturing his mind for giving him shelter? Why do people pick on him when he's even paying rent for the small space he's occupying with the little money he earns? Can a sister treat her own brother worse than she'd treat her pet dog? How can people do that kind of thing to a good man..to a man who has helped everyone long time ago when he could afford to? Why can't people help him without scarring his heart with the footprints of their ego? Why do people hold on to old grudges and never learn to forgive and move on? Why do people just find faults even when he goes to a movie or drinks a beer, as if he doesn't deserve to enjoy life just cos he's not as rich as they are? Why do people point fingers at a person who had done so much in life but is facing some difficulties right now? Why don't people trust in this man and give him some time to get back on his feet again? Why do people go to the temple every week yet turn out to be so unforgiving?

Last night I prayed. I prayed that some people open their eyes and hearts. It's no point helping someone if you want to complain about it too. You might as well not help at all. I don't like half-arsed jobs...either my mind is fully set on something or it's not there at all. Last night I realised. I realised that people are really not what they appear to be...they carry deep-rooted issues and they show it in their actions, not in their sugary words. Some people who claim that they love helping others fail badly when they really have to do it without feeling egoistic about it. Last night I told. I told such people that they need to either help someone without whining or not help at all. Helping someone shouldn't be a chore, it should be a gift you give from the heart to the other person. Last night I fell. I fell out with one of my cousins in NZ cos all she could ever think of was 'her' house, 'her' parents' money spent on that little space that he occupies now and 'her' this and that...she didn't like him living there cos apparently it's getting messy blah blah blah. Last night I figured. I figured out that to some people, buildings and money matter more than a humanbeing. Last night I whispered. I whispered a little prayer to keep me compassionate towards people who deserve it and never to remind them that they are being helped...never to seek recognition for what I do to others. Last night I cried. I cried for my uncle..I cried for the way this world is and for the way some people treat their own. I cried for you and me. If we can't help each other, what's the use of this life? Sometimes we all need somebody to lean on, and sometimes we end up being the pillar for someone else to rest against when they're weary of their walk...help them, but don't ever hurt them in return. And if you can't help, don't help half-heartedly either. A tree never asks for anything in return when you sit under it to get some shade...

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