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Last week we were on the brink of WWIII and this week I am doing my nails and hair, planning to spend the weekend in town to attend a wedding. Yes, life goes on, with its ups and downs, it’s fears and joys.
How insignificant we really appear. No matter how influential, how famous, how rich, how charismatic, how loved or even how hated, one is still completely insignificant in the larger scheme. The person dies and is gone, though sometimes their ideas, work, inspiration, principles, cruelty or love leave a very long lasting impression, not only on their inner circle, but sometimes on humanity in general. Mina, Nefertiti, Plato, Homer, Moses, Christ, Mohamed, Buddha, Confucius, Attila the Hun, Alexander the Great, Michelangelo, Napoleon, Beethoven, Gandhi, Picasso, Hitler and Mother Theresa have all left lasting, far-reaching impressions on humanity as a whole. Their ideas, spirit, their very essence of strength and greatness, be they for good or evil, are what left these impressions.
We, on the other hand, affect only our close circle of family, friends and acquaintances. This circle could be small or large, it is still very limited and quite minute when seen as part of the world. Yet each one of us feels like he or she is an important ingredient in the world. This is quite true. Each and every person is important. On a large scale we might seem insignificant, compared to the larger than life figures mentioned above, we might be deemed as nothing, but that would be wrong. Each person is important. Just imagine what the life of those around you would be like if you suddenly disappeared. How many people would be affected, the loss that your family, friends and your society would incur.
Our significance is derived from our very essence, our very being. We might be a mixture of the good and the bad, the great and the petty, the strong and the fragile, but our very existence is significant.
The tragedy of the loss of life is so enormous it overwhelms us into trying to cope by any means. When the loss is compounded by deliberate cruelty, by enormous numbers, by the brutality of war, this becomes a tragedy of such huge proportions as to verge on the incomprehensible.
And yet life goes on. We do not have a choice. The sun comes up, a new day begins, relentlessly the world revolves, time ticks on, we breath in and out, the sun goes down, darkness arrives, yet still the sun comes up again.
The miracle of life and the tragedy of death are part of our continuous existence. We might seem insignificant in the large scheme of things, but each and every human being is important, their dreams, hopes, talents, abilities, feelings are important. The death of each and every human being is a loss to humanity as a whole.
Still, life goes on.
27 November 2015