I’ve been sick for the past 2 days, spent most of my day in bed yesterday. My mind in such a state i couldn’t do much reading or studying. As is usual, feeling of self-pity come with being sick, which makes the whole thing suffering instead of just unpleasantness. all about me,me,me…
This morning I read an email from a dear friend, who is right now in New Orleans, helping Katrina victims. Tears just started flowing, the pain and suffering there is just so enormous. She’s feeling helpless, wondering what good are her actions really doing. i’ve asked for her permission to post some of her writing here, and hopefully she’ll agree.
the amount of suffering in the world is just soo vast, sometimes it feels really impossible to embrace all of it, or at least acknowledge it. perhaps that’s why it’s so much more comfortable just wallowing in our own petty little pains…