I guess it okay, once in a while, to just
lay back and enjoy the proceedings around you. Every now and again, something
happens that reminds you that the world is, eventually, a good place, and the
primary human feeling is happiness and love; not hatred, fear, jealousy, guilt
or its byproducts. Little acts of genuine generosity by people; glimpses of
natural beauty are good enough for the cynical marathon runner to stand by, smile,
relax just that wee bit, and begin running again. This last paragraph is actually
a justification for appreciation of beauty, an indicator of the extent to which
man today has become business oriented selfish minded.
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On that note I shall embark upon my topic,
which is – selfless help; when you need it the most. It’s the true identifier
of a friend, when applied as a test for that, and well; when strangers out of
the way decide to help you – that’s your sign, your morale booster you needed
on your quest to make this world a better place, to make a difference in more than
a grandmother sort-of way. It is a sign that people are in fact good at heart;
some of them at least. It comes as a huge elation and relief to know that that
drives people eventually is good; and god is one – it is neither selfish nor
selfless; it is rather symbiotic. It also reminds you of a very important basic
law: that two heads work better than one; that society is, in fact, the way
ahead for humanity. What has been made in the name of society is admittedly grave,
but presently irrelevant; nevertheless, what matters is: there is hope.
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Indulgences can
easily be considered precisely the things that make man human, and hence
imperfect. It is the indulgence and the consequent desire of the indulgences
that create all suffering. A lot of our daily fads, fancies, wants and needs
are ultimately indulgences – from addiction to drinks, drugs & gaming, to
material desires, to the need to be loved. I believe hope is the biggest
indulgence. Hope gives no guarantee of
the future, no realistic material gains whatsoever. All the same, such is the
irony of existence, that hope is, in fact, the pillar on which society stands
at its most vulnerable, most needy hour. Hope
is that imaginary force, whereby men live, whereby men soldier on, whereby men
make possible the things that could only be hoped of.
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And hence I say,
that there is hope carries great significance, gives us renewed energy and
strength, and makes our battles that little bit easier to fight, an invisible
ally, impotent in material power, but infinitely powerful in moral empowerment.
}
Isn’t it great sign to see that old,
seemingly unimportant friend help you out monetarily, physically or psychologically,
when you need it the most, when all other doors have been shut on your face
(including your so-called trusted friends) and all other hope lost. It is
probably a greater joy to see, in the midst of a stranger crowd, someone coming
out and helping out, just when you thought you’re about to be broken, just when
you thought all was lost. That is the feeling of receiving timely human help,
something I experienced today. It revitalizes your philosophy of live, renews
your belief in people, and makes you want to help others in turn. The world is,
after all, not about power and money and success – existence is fueled by love.
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