When did the world stop caring?
I'm asking this question because I had stopped caring but in the light of the event taken place in the past few weeks... I suddenly realise how cold I have become and how busy we all are not caring
When the conflict in Georgia burst into flames, I realised how fragile is our comfortable everyday life. And it is then that my dear friend told that people were being killed all over the world every single day, why this one is that much more special. True... but what scared me was the well-know phrase: he who does not learn from history is doomed to repeat it.
I had a rough day on Tuesday, emotionally. It started with my great-uncle's funerals. When my time comes, hopefully not that soon, I'd rather rise from the dead than have a funeral like this... The whole speech was such a cliche and let's be honest, quite a bullshit. Starting with calling my late uncle Nikolai all the time... He was always uncle Konts! Nikolai my ass... everyone knew him has Konts. I even thought till Saturday that his real name was Konstantin. And not to mention the open coffin - the most horrible custom ever! He looked nothing like himself, I'd rather believe that it was someone else..
I want people to laugh at my funeral and be happy about my life, tell funny stories and embarrassing moments of my life.
Coming back to the question at the beginning of the post, why do we need to have those big events to remind us that it's pretty good to be Estonian? But then again, who am I to speak. A few years ago I kept dreaming of getting out of this country. But although I'm not going around in tricolours or screaming it out loud, I do like being Estonian and even though the politicians suck, this is a pretty awesome place to live. And I am proud to be Estonian with all our history and share my nationality with such great people as Kanter, Kross, Pärt.. and I could go on for ever.
I was watching the evening news the other day and there was an item about a plane crash in Spain. How many of you noticed it? How many of you felt the dread when the death of at least a hundred people was announced? This reminds me of Jack Johnson's lyrics:
A billion people died on the news tonight
But not so many cried at the terrible sight
[...]
Why don't the newscasters cry when they read about people who die?
At least they could be decent enough to put just a tear in their eyes
And I know that you can take everything that happens into your heart and shed a tear for it, but we should at least think that for every person who dies, there is a bunch left behind who are crying over the loss of their mother, daughter, son.. etc. I personally don't wish to be such a cold stone anymore who doesn't blink her eye for anything. I know this is much harder but in the end, much more rewarding.
I've no idea what I wish to achieve with this post but I just wanted to share my feelings. And I hope to feel more in the future.
I'm asking this question because I had stopped caring but in the light of the event taken place in the past few weeks... I suddenly realise how cold I have become and how busy we all are not caring
When the conflict in Georgia burst into flames, I realised how fragile is our comfortable everyday life. And it is then that my dear friend told that people were being killed all over the world every single day, why this one is that much more special. True... but what scared me was the well-know phrase: he who does not learn from history is doomed to repeat it.
I had a rough day on Tuesday, emotionally. It started with my great-uncle's funerals. When my time comes, hopefully not that soon, I'd rather rise from the dead than have a funeral like this... The whole speech was such a cliche and let's be honest, quite a bullshit. Starting with calling my late uncle Nikolai all the time... He was always uncle Konts! Nikolai my ass... everyone knew him has Konts. I even thought till Saturday that his real name was Konstantin. And not to mention the open coffin - the most horrible custom ever! He looked nothing like himself, I'd rather believe that it was someone else..
I want people to laugh at my funeral and be happy about my life, tell funny stories and embarrassing moments of my life.
Coming back to the question at the beginning of the post, why do we need to have those big events to remind us that it's pretty good to be Estonian? But then again, who am I to speak. A few years ago I kept dreaming of getting out of this country. But although I'm not going around in tricolours or screaming it out loud, I do like being Estonian and even though the politicians suck, this is a pretty awesome place to live. And I am proud to be Estonian with all our history and share my nationality with such great people as Kanter, Kross, Pärt.. and I could go on for ever.
I was watching the evening news the other day and there was an item about a plane crash in Spain. How many of you noticed it? How many of you felt the dread when the death of at least a hundred people was announced? This reminds me of Jack Johnson's lyrics:
A billion people died on the news tonight
But not so many cried at the terrible sight
[...]
Why don't the newscasters cry when they read about people who die?
At least they could be decent enough to put just a tear in their eyes
And I know that you can take everything that happens into your heart and shed a tear for it, but we should at least think that for every person who dies, there is a bunch left behind who are crying over the loss of their mother, daughter, son.. etc. I personally don't wish to be such a cold stone anymore who doesn't blink her eye for anything. I know this is much harder but in the end, much more rewarding.
I've no idea what I wish to achieve with this post but I just wanted to share my feelings. And I hope to feel more in the future.
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