Good Faith, 16th June

I’d like to begin with an apology for the day late post, but after some unfortunate occurrences in the early hours of last morning, coupled with inexorable fatigue from lack of sleep, I was good for practically nothing but some shut eye time.

Anyhow, here I am at the beginning of this new day with yet another message of Good Faith. It’s an odd thing I bring to this blog today, because I am not really sure what I am speaking of, but since I noticed it and it affected me I think it’s worth talking about anyway!

Yesterday when I was out on an auto-rikshaw ride to meet a friend, I was feeling all pumped up and brimming with every positive imaginable to mankind as we were to shortly attend, what I considered a meeting I had been awaiting for over a month. Even the recent chill the city has fallen prey to which barely permitted an absolutely anti-cold individual such as myself to shove my lazy eyes open or the second to second prick of the wind whipping my messy bed head of hair across my face were not enough to crease my ebullient spirit. However, there was something that was.

The look on nearly every face I saw on my way. Of course, it was probably a look I had been accustomed to seeing every single day over the past 3 years but I hadn’t quite noticed it until it stood in such stark contrast to my insurmountable cheer. Almost every person I saw looked burdened, no, over burdened. Every eye that I looked into looked like a shattered viewing glass into a tattered spirit. Every face looked corroded with troubles that outweighed the container of hope placed in each soul. Once I came to realize that my own energy felt foreign in view of what was around me, my spirit dampened as an admonishing predecessor of what the remainder of the day had to unfold.

I know it sounds rather ridiculous to say that, putting it simply, every person around me was more sad than happy, and the collective sadness around made me sad as well. And I couldn’t believe my own eyes either, but neither could I deny my heart.

As I said earlier, I am not sure of what I speak for it is something completely subjective. I have learnt in my psychology classes that if you keep smiling, there are receptors that actually tell your brain to be ‘happy’. I have also learnt how seeing images of death and suffering can activate pain receptors in your mind, a technique used to sensitize people to war and its ill effects. Therefore I hope I wouldn’t be too brash in concluding that perhaps it must have been something definitely negative about the looks on their faces that triggered me to feel perturbed. I will not overlook the possibility of bias based on what my mind has been conditioned to consider as ‘negative’, which was perhaps not so in their cases.

Although my deductions may not be foolproof or a 100% astute, I will continue on the premise that there is, across human race, a general look of ‘happiness’ and ‘sorrow’, and there lay some factor in the matter worth looking into.

I will start by looking into the area I was crossing. It mainly held a vast number of construction sites, a few not-so-well-off settlements, a chain of small businesses and (considering it was a Sunday morning when most employees and students would be off) a majority of what I would consider daily wage earners of some sort.

Once again, I arrive at the barricaded shutters of poverty. I cannot sensitize this whole country for a call to action, but I can do my part, which will be what this next week on my blog will be dedicated to, a book that has helped me channel my thoughts and energies and the multiple underlying simultaneous messages that it pours  into anyone who reads it. It has given me answers to some of the questions I have poured in here time and again to several factors affecting our lives every day, and over the next few posts I will share this week’s message of Good Faith.

Till then, Good Day every one! 🙂


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