I look at the child's photograph that has been taken 52 years ago, and I look at another child's photograph that has been taken 15 years ago. Has the first child ever imagined that he will have a beautiful child like him, a child who will be as unique as he but at the same time as similar?
The first child is my father. 52 years ago he wasn't my father, but what did this handsome child feel or think when he was looking at the camera, with his pristine eyes? Who was that child at that moment? My father? My grandmother's son? My brother's father? And why has he changed that much? Why does he know suffering now?
The second child is my brother. He went to army today... His life doesn't belong to him for 2 years from now on. First child came to this world to suffer and to give life to a new child who will also suffer. Suffering had been there when they were born. And it will continue...
I saw a man lying down on the grass in the park today. He wasn’t moving for an hour and maybe he wasn’t breathing anymore. Everyone was looking at him. This was just one life. One life is nothing and one life is everything. One life is nothing because nobody cares that boys should surrender their lives for the nation if needed. One life is everything because if I die life will End for me and for the whole world that exists in my mind. There will be no more science, no more art, no more water, no more nature, no more stars, no more smile for me. The whole LIFE will finish.
Why is everything as it is? Why can't we see simple truths and just change everything so that there will be no more suffering, no more crying children, no more dying young people in war, no more people being in prison, no more people living miserable lives?
Has questioning any meaning and what can one do if the change seems impossible?
