Friday, September 1, 2006

"What confuses me.."
Time: 8:23pm
Song: Do you call my name
Artist: RA

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Some people seem to think they always know what's best for you
Their little minds try to create a world to keep you still
The bolt is thrown, the cage is locked
You saw this, don't you lie
At first you cry and then you hate those people stole your will...
Do as you are told and maybe then we'll let you out
You might be dead and cold, you might be full of doubt
Don't try to escape cuz you don't have nowhere to go
If nothing is your fate... there's no scenario
No nothing
Do you call my name
Do you stain my brain
My eyes are blurry and I can't see you anymore
Do you call my name
Do you breed my pain
My heart is bloody and I can't take it anymore
So you just sit there, stuck, afraid to risk reality
Afraid to cause yourself more pain, to face insanity
But nothing ventured, nothing gained
You see... your fear's your cage
You beg for help but you're alone, stuck in a helpless rage
Do as you are told and maybe then we'll let you out
You might be dead and cold, you might be full of doubt
Don't try to escape cuz you don't have nowhere to go
If nothing is your fate... there's no scenario
(it's me.... I see, please... let me out I'm petrified)
Do as you are told and maybe then we'll let you out
You might be dead and cold, you might be full of doubt
Don't try to escape cuz you don't have nowhere to go
If nothing is your fate... there's no scenario
(C'mon)
Do you call my name
Do you stain my brain
My eyes are blurry and I can't see you anymore
Do you call my name
Do you breed my pain
My heart is bloody and I can't take it anymore (2x)

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Today in english, we read an essay that was written for TAKs by one of our senoirs. It was a free topic, and the title was "What confuses me." And as we read it, i started to think about the words, and i started to cry..So i asked for a copy of that essay, so that i could write it here.

"What confuses me."

Last night I watched a starving child cry.
I could see the sharp outline of his bones jutting out from beneath his taught skin- his rib cage heaving visibly as the sobs shook his poor, fragile body. I saw his swollen belly and the way his limbs hung limply at his sides, like broken twigs. But what stayed with me were his eyes. Sunken and shadowed in their sockets, his tears seeming to glitter from the depths of some profound emotion that I could not seem to grasp or understand. I watched as they carved shiny, silver traces through the dust on his cheeks, and for a breif moment I wondered whether he could really see me.
Seconds later he was gone - replaced by a the image of a dancing Coca-Cola dan as the news broadcast switched over to a commercial. And I sat there, mulling over his predicament while wondering whether or not to start my Calculus homework. To me, he was nothing more then a poster child, and I had homework to do.
You may ask me what confuses me in life. I'll tell oyu. i'm confused by the fact that I sleep in a two-story, four-bedroom house while an African family of twelve huddles in a dilapidated old shack made of sticks and mud.I'm confused by the fact that i'm five pounds overweight whereas others haven't seen a bite of food in over a week. i'm confused by the fact that the bracelet I wear around my wrist could support a child for a month. I'm confused by the fact that I watched that helpless little boy cry - and didn't shed a tear.
I wonder when I changed, when I became so devoid of human emotion that I could look misery in the eye and merely shrug my shoulders. Touch break,kis! Life's rough. When I think about it, I frighten myself. It seem as though there's a side of me that I didn't eve know existed - one that has become so numb to the tragedies of this world that it no longer feels the tug of simple human kindness. I can rant and rave about the injustices of this world until I'm blue in the face...I can spout out Bible verses about love and charity until my voice turns hoarse..But the fact remains the same: I didn't cry.That confuses me.
That night as I layt in bed, the boy's image flashed before me again in my mind. And suddenly it occured to me: he has a name. In that single, swift instant, something inside of me seemed to give way. He was a real person, flesh and blood - living under the same sky, sleeping under the same moon. It's hard to forces yourself to see something you are so willing to ignore. It's easier to spare youself the pain than embrace the truth. But at theat moemtn i knew that i was helpless to cvhange the reality before me. That boy had gone to bed hungry.
But he no longer cried alone.


This story really touched me..i haven't cried in a while and that really got to me..So yes, that was the information of the day..

L8ter Daze,
Sethos
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