Fortunate, yet not realising it
I was reading the news online today, and the news about child slavery in China brick kilns stirred quite a lot of emotions in me.
I am enraged by the appalling cruelty of the kiln owners who didn't treat the children with humanity. I pitied these ill-fated children who have suffered silently for ages when they probably could be leading a normal childhood, going to school and playing with friends, like the other children in the cities. It pains me to learn about the burns and injuries on them, making me want to fly over and do something for them. I pitied the parents who have been desperately looking for them, and probably praying endlessly for their safe return. I pitied their desperation to the point that they had to send an online plea.
It is shocking to know how much of the world we're not aware of, whilst indulging in our favourite TV drama over a flat-screen TV, savouring our delicious bowl of laksa, showing off our latest and most high-tech mobile phone we've just bought to our friends, and sleeping comfortably on our spring/water mattresses. The lovely images we see over the Internet of blue waters and colourful flowers are all but the beautiful side of nature and the world, but we're often so preoccupied with the beauties of the world that we have neglected the ugly and atrocious side of society.
Whilst reading the heart-breaking articles, it hit hard upon me in reminder of my blessed life. No doubt my life is tough is its own ways, but it is definitely nothing compared to the hellish life of these children. I have parents, albeit far away, who prays conscientiously for my safety and wellbeing abroad. I have a boyfriend who dotes on me more and more as our relationship deepens. I have a little brother whom always seem to be detached from me, but he's there with his words of wisdom and shoulder when he knows I'm in a critical situation.
I have been living a blessed life so much so that I have taken so many things for granted, and I ought to feel guilty about it.
Again, I feel helpless about being stuck here in my room, not being able to do anything for the children. I wonder how they are now, and if there are any kind doctors and nurses around to nurse their physical wounds. At the same time, I wished I am not just a pathetic medical student, but someone in the medical field who can make a difference, no matter how slight, to those who are unable to have access to the medical treatment and facilities every human deserves. It is spurring me on and reminding me of my initial aim of doing Medicine, when I am feeling mentally fatigued and querying day and night if all my years of hardwork is worthwhile.
It's definitely too early to tell if it's worthwhile, but hopefully, it will be so in the years to come. I'll be waiting for that day (and I hope I won't be kept waiting too long for it...heheheehe).
I am enraged by the appalling cruelty of the kiln owners who didn't treat the children with humanity. I pitied these ill-fated children who have suffered silently for ages when they probably could be leading a normal childhood, going to school and playing with friends, like the other children in the cities. It pains me to learn about the burns and injuries on them, making me want to fly over and do something for them. I pitied the parents who have been desperately looking for them, and probably praying endlessly for their safe return. I pitied their desperation to the point that they had to send an online plea.
It is shocking to know how much of the world we're not aware of, whilst indulging in our favourite TV drama over a flat-screen TV, savouring our delicious bowl of laksa, showing off our latest and most high-tech mobile phone we've just bought to our friends, and sleeping comfortably on our spring/water mattresses. The lovely images we see over the Internet of blue waters and colourful flowers are all but the beautiful side of nature and the world, but we're often so preoccupied with the beauties of the world that we have neglected the ugly and atrocious side of society.
Whilst reading the heart-breaking articles, it hit hard upon me in reminder of my blessed life. No doubt my life is tough is its own ways, but it is definitely nothing compared to the hellish life of these children. I have parents, albeit far away, who prays conscientiously for my safety and wellbeing abroad. I have a boyfriend who dotes on me more and more as our relationship deepens. I have a little brother whom always seem to be detached from me, but he's there with his words of wisdom and shoulder when he knows I'm in a critical situation.
I have been living a blessed life so much so that I have taken so many things for granted, and I ought to feel guilty about it.
Again, I feel helpless about being stuck here in my room, not being able to do anything for the children. I wonder how they are now, and if there are any kind doctors and nurses around to nurse their physical wounds. At the same time, I wished I am not just a pathetic medical student, but someone in the medical field who can make a difference, no matter how slight, to those who are unable to have access to the medical treatment and facilities every human deserves. It is spurring me on and reminding me of my initial aim of doing Medicine, when I am feeling mentally fatigued and querying day and night if all my years of hardwork is worthwhile.
It's definitely too early to tell if it's worthwhile, but hopefully, it will be so in the years to come. I'll be waiting for that day (and I hope I won't be kept waiting too long for it...heheheehe).
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