A rubber band's story
Daisy was a typical Somalian kid. Starved. Undernourished. Sick. Dehydrated. Death appears before her every now and then. There was no such thing as laughter in a place worse than hell. Baked under the heat of the sun, her lips were as dry as the Sahara. All that she understood was sorrow; written on the faces of her loved ones. There were too many flies around. She wasnt taught to fan them away. Too weak to even understand irritation.
On the other half of the world lived Mary. Attending High School was such a chore that she had decided to spend most of her time hanging out at malls. Regular snacking and rampant binging had created a massive balloon out of her body. Sleeping was becoming a problem. Heavy snoring and breathing difficulties were ghostly visits haunting her frequently during sleep.
Anne was a looker. She was the prettiest in the neighbourhood, perhaps the thinniest too. Hooked on the trend wagon and fashion magazines , looking good was her only concern in life. Dieting and forcing herself to vomit were just daily routines. Nobody mattered and nobody bothered. To her, to slim is to live.
3 Episodes of lives; dramatic yet not-so-far from fact. There is a great disparity. Even rubber bands have limits, so where does this stop?
Starvation versus Gluttony. Purging versus hunger. Daisy, Mary and Anne should go on an exchange. How can we actually spread the world's riches. How can we not overstretch the rubber band?
While sighing over exam preparation, while cursing your acne problem, while hating just about the whole world and yourself, think of Daisy. Cos you could be the spoilt brat on another story's episode being read by like-minded people simliar to us.
Though in the last 48 hrs, I've busted my back tyre halfway home from ECP on a rainy occasion, reinstalled windows on my pc 3 times and hit a virus when i thought everything was solved, got frustrated with a break-out that had plagued me since exams started, i thought of Daisy and i was relieved.
All these meant nothing cos I knew there were people worse than me, suffering much more than me. And these would have been meodicre to them. So why do i have to choose frustration over appreciation? Look beyond the obstacles and unhappiness and embrace satisfaction by cherishing and appreciating what we have. Who knows when the rubber band will snap before our lives' episodes switched places with Daisy's.
On the other half of the world lived Mary. Attending High School was such a chore that she had decided to spend most of her time hanging out at malls. Regular snacking and rampant binging had created a massive balloon out of her body. Sleeping was becoming a problem. Heavy snoring and breathing difficulties were ghostly visits haunting her frequently during sleep.
Anne was a looker. She was the prettiest in the neighbourhood, perhaps the thinniest too. Hooked on the trend wagon and fashion magazines , looking good was her only concern in life. Dieting and forcing herself to vomit were just daily routines. Nobody mattered and nobody bothered. To her, to slim is to live.
3 Episodes of lives; dramatic yet not-so-far from fact. There is a great disparity. Even rubber bands have limits, so where does this stop?
Starvation versus Gluttony. Purging versus hunger. Daisy, Mary and Anne should go on an exchange. How can we actually spread the world's riches. How can we not overstretch the rubber band?
While sighing over exam preparation, while cursing your acne problem, while hating just about the whole world and yourself, think of Daisy. Cos you could be the spoilt brat on another story's episode being read by like-minded people simliar to us.
Though in the last 48 hrs, I've busted my back tyre halfway home from ECP on a rainy occasion, reinstalled windows on my pc 3 times and hit a virus when i thought everything was solved, got frustrated with a break-out that had plagued me since exams started, i thought of Daisy and i was relieved.
All these meant nothing cos I knew there were people worse than me, suffering much more than me. And these would have been meodicre to them. So why do i have to choose frustration over appreciation? Look beyond the obstacles and unhappiness and embrace satisfaction by cherishing and appreciating what we have. Who knows when the rubber band will snap before our lives' episodes switched places with Daisy's.
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