It's tragedy. A 12 year old girl committed suicide because of extreme poverty. The girl hanged herself and later on they found her diary where she poured out her feelings about being poor, having no money even for fare going to school and perhaps lack of things and food and other factor that eventually drove the girl to end her life.
Being poor really drives one to the brink of depression. One thinks a lot about how to survive. It is hard not having any means to support living conditions. I think this eventually contributed to the girl ending her life. I shouldn't be surprised about the news of a 12 year old committing suicide. I've read book and seen movies wherein children kill themselves. I don't know. It's just maybe I'm shocked or something.
Fuck. This is depressing blog. As always.
You have to think though, what is it the drives people to do things that normally they wouldn't do? Obviously something is not right. Something is not being fed to them. The equilibrium and the status quo between the poor and the rich shows a wide gap of social differences. While others are well-fed and well dressed with big houses and cars and money and time on their hands, the poor and the oppressed wallows in self pity. Wondering when will be the time when they can enjoy life as it is without having to worry about how they can get through for another day. The plight of the poor leaves them feeling like an outcast. Left to fend off for themselves to make ends meet. It can drive someone to have a very repelling and very tormenting and unsatisfactory condition of the brain. Which is why people will do things to be heard. To be given a chance to advocate changes and reform.
A man they say will do whatever it takes even take a life and kill and die for ones belief or what for he is fighting for. Some people are so damn well off that one can't help but feel a spasm of anger towards the disparity of living condition and the opulence of the rich and the scarcity of the poor. The basic necessity of person are food, clothes, and shelter and (of course to be with family) one's lucky if these needs are being met by small amount of what one earns. But what if one works hard? You toil, you trudge up and down on a mountain only to end up on a hill. Wearisome, hungry and all you could think about is propping up your feet and just surrounding ones self to the lap of luxuries. But sometimes, most times it's not to be. One shouldn't even wonder or even be shocked as to why people resort and choose to rebel against the very thing that is making life for them a living hell.
It's such a tedious process of toiling and plodding and not being rewarded or meted whatever's due to them. I think of myself as fortunate for despite my mom being terminated, booted off her job (because of office politics..when she was still alive), I still live comfortably. It's not like before though where I can asked for material and monetary needs and I can have whatever the hell I want. Oh sure I complain. I do a lot. Most times. I sometimes begrudge other people. I get envious if they can have this or that or buy things that normally I would be able to afford (when we still have the money before which we don't anymore). I'm such idiot though for what right do I have to complain about when I have roof and food and shelter and clothes and I even went to a private school. I shouldn't feel any malevolence but instead feel blessed. But what about the others? What about the grievances of majority of people?
One needs to abate poverty to do something to uplift whatever ails the common man. Henry George said, "Poverty is the openmouthed relentless hell which yawns beneath civilized society" and it is hell enough. So yes, got to do something about that. Money is not everything, one will say. It cannot buy you happiness but it sure as hell can make you feel comfortable and makes one's life easier (or not!). But at the end of the day after everything has been said and done all you would really want is to live simple comfortable way with your family.
Enough said. I have a feeling I'm gonna delete this blog entry.