Pain. When I look around lately it’s all I seem to see. A sea of faces from all walks in pain. One thing used to numb that pain bringing people who ordinarily wouldn’t have crossed paths together with one common goal in life. To numb that pain.
So is it a case of the world and its people being in more pain than ever or is this just a different crutch we use and humans have always felt this much pain?
I read up on the Great Depression earlier this year as I met a lovely lady who was in her 90’s. She had been apart of the Salvation Army since then and credited much of her surviving the Great Depression. She told me how she would sneak off and have morning tea provided by the Army and without that much needed food probably would have starved as food was scarce. To this day she was eternally grateful for the opportunity she was given and enjoyed every opportunity she got to pay that kindness back.
How does that translate to today? Do we as people care more or less about those in pain? How do we stop so much pain or is it something we need to just accept will always exist? Is this the key to our journey being easier?
How do I make this journey easier for my son. It pains me to think of him feeling anything close to what I’ve felt thus far. I almost feel guilt for his existence as I wouldn’t wish this on my worst enemy.
More and more I have less answers. They say that the older we get the wiser we get but I question whether that is true.
I guess this is where I leave this one.
DIARIES FROM DOMESTIC VIOLENCE 