Grateful

It's time to move on. I was sent an email from my father that absolutely broke my heart, it included the picture depicted above that won the Pulitzer Prize in 1994 during the Sudan famine. This child was crawling towards a UN food camp that was located a kilometer away, the vulture was waiting for the child to die so it could eat the child. If not be grateful for everything that I have, but even the fact that I am alive and cared for. The following excerpt from William Wordsworth's poem 'Tintern Abbey'.

"While here I stand, not only with the sense
Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts
That in this moment there is life and food
For future years."

When I think about the two extremes, extreme wealth and extreme poverty, it further reinforces the need for balance, not only in the world, but in our lives, and everything we do.

A picture is definitely worth a thousand words.

Anyways, I saw a remake of the play Oliver Twist, once again delving into the topic of poverty and harsh living. It was an excellent remake. However, the ending I found disturbing because I found it so idealized, Oliver finds his long lost father and lives happily ever after. Honestly, what about the people that were living terrible lives that Oliver came across in his travels? Only Oliver gets the happy ending, though many others deserve it. I suppose that's real life for you, so many people are so deserving but don't get what they truly deserve. I think that this play was supposed to give hope that even if life keeps on smacking you down, if you keep on hoping, keep on getting up, you will eventually find something wonderful.