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when do we say enough is enough? should we just give up and forget about this place? “i don’t care what happens...it’s hopeless...nothing will change. it won’t make a difference… i’ll leave the country, i don’t have to stay here ... to hell with it”.

isn’t that defeatist of us? what makes us different then? if every revolutionary hero thought that, the world wouldn’t be where it is today.

if Luther King migrated instead of stood for what he believed in; if Hudson Taylor stayed in the comforts of his own country; if Mother Theresa continued in the convent and did not care about the outside world .... would we have as much to celebrate today? would we have as many people to look up to?

of course, many a times (especially lately), i’ve thought about just giving up. forget about it. it’s a never ending story of embarassment and ridicule but then, why should i give up? why should i let go of what i believe in and stand for? why should i, because of some losers, lose my passion and completely forego the possibility of making a change?

yes maybe, i really would never ever make a difference. but who’s to tell? as long as i stand in this country, whether anyone recognizes it or not, i do make a difference. even if it’s within a small circle. even if i only change one person’s life. that is still change. i bet that when Einstein were making his discoveries; Mozart composing his scores; Van Gogh with his art; Edison...The Wright Brothers, Helen Keller...Louis Pasteur ... and every single one of them- when they were doing what they did, they didn’t think about astounding the world. They were’nt thinking of whether the world will still know their name 100 years from their time. They merely did what they had to. Yet because they did what they did, we are where we are today. so maybe we think that we might not make it, but who is to tell? who is to say? “birds don’t sing because they have the answer. they sing because they have a song”.

the daily news are a joke. i struggle with whether to feel embarassed or heartbroken everytime i see something ‘new’. when will we realize the immense pool of talent we have in this country? we may not be as vast as China or as rich as the UK, but we are a country of multi race and ethnicity. and the beauty of it all is that we actually live in relative harmony. we love each other and we celebrate
together. that, i think, speaks very strongly for itself.

when will we see that our unity is truly something to be harnessed? i see the very talented people of this country leave, time and again, and that saddens me. what is left if you all go away?

“name me a hero and i’ll tell you a tragedy”

god willing, we never get to the stage of tragedy, but giving up is definitely not the road to take.