Reflections

People in the company I worked for discussed about the ongoing support for the victims of the storm down south. Hundreds of lives were lost. Floods, landslides-these were the forces that took the lives of people out there including children. I thought about how the survivors are going to spend Christmas and I broke down. I cried for the fact that this had to happen in a time where people are supposed to be united with their families. What blessings are there to think of. What is there to look forward to but ruins and shattered dreams.

I guess I feel too much for the children who never made it. I am also a survivor where if not for the kindness of the one who took good care of me, I would have been long dead. When I reflect upon the lost lives I see myself as not so different from them. One of those people could have been me. There is nothing special about me apart from the rest of humanity. I live a burrowed life. It is just devastating that bad things happen to good people.

We treasure the moments when moments are short. A lifetime of loss is eternity. Some of us are victims of calamities in our own way, be it Psychological or Physical. Only those who made it through can live to tell. There are those who never made it. May this tragedy be a reminder to us all how fragile we are...and that time is fleeting and once your moment it lost, it is gone forever. Let us all live in love and compassion. Kindness is the key to healing.