40,000 and risingIts just like a scene from a movie clip. Its just like a melodramatic ending to a movie. Its just like fictional books on natural disasters. Its just like events that would only be concocted inside a mind with imagination.But you add a taste of reality. And everything dwindles into insignificance. Nothing is important anymore. You see the pictures, the images, the screamings of parents, of children, of animals, and you could feel the emotions. You could feel their despair, their desperation, their sadness, their sorrow. Where is happiness when you need it? Where is it? Is it hiding from sorrow, for suddenly, sorrow has grown to the size of apocalyse. Where is happiness when Disaster strikes? For everything is suddenly sad. Its eeriely similar to the situation after the 9/11 situaton. Missing people. Dead people. Screaming. Crying. Tears shed until none could be shed anymore. Complications. Diseases from decaying bodies. The repugnant, yet frustratingly sorrowful sight of bodies unburied, of bodies that float slowly into the lands. Float slowly into another haven for an epidemic to start. Where was the warning? Where was any kindness? political barriers, red tapes, everything hindered the rescue. Where did human nature go? Why did they still cared about differences when such disasters of such magnitude happens? And the toll is just people dead. What about the missing? The emotions that run high when you pray that someone that is missing is stil alive. the anxiety that could kill you. It could gnaw a deep wound on your head, in your heart, a vampire that sucks the energy out of you, living you with nothing but cursed emotions. Even though you hope, but hope is weak. The reality it brings it not horrible. Its indescribable. Its something that a person with the greatest imagination in the world could never even fanthom. Now what is life to you now? Justin ranted at 9:00:00 pm on the |