I am.
Coz the world is crazy. Yesterday I went grocery shopping, and cried in the car. I cant get the image of that pregnant woman on the stretcher out of my mind. Then I read on the news, she died 30 mins after the doctor told her the baby didnt make it.
This is so wrong. The world is changing all the time. I get it. But why it just does not feel like getting any better?
When life was semi-normal, the challenge we face was that the planet is getting hot. Then a virus we still didnt figure out where or how it came about took over the world by storm. We pretty much live in a up-side-down world for the past 2 years and counting. And just when we thought lets catch a breath and find some normalcy with the post-pandemic life, a deranged man decided to start a war. Here we are, reading news about people not so different from us escaping from their own country, became refugees overnight.
Last night, I saw an image of a family of four, mum, dad, with two kids in between them. They all slept on a floor with blankets wrapped tightly, hoping to get through the night without bombs being dropped on them.
Next morning I woke up, had coffee, kissed goodby to my kids to school and daycare, turned on my laptop, started thinking about how best to sell detergent online.
I carry on as if the world is all good, people care about their clothes smell fresh and clean. I am sure those who worry about which detergent can best remove stains also think about the women and kids in war zones. How they carry the little they have in a bag, realising whatever they built before the war meant nothing, except their loved ones and the memories they keep with them.
I need to stop asking if the world will be better. I mean if human nature is selfish and unpredictable, how to define “better”? All I can do is carry out my day, have my coffee, while screaming inside with rage. The world is sick.
LIYANG'S THOUGHTS 