Humanity.

A senior of mine posted this video on my facebook and she thought this would be amazing to be added up on my water campaign. Surely she thought of it right. Anyhow for the first and foremost, I'd like to sincerely thank those who'd participated in this water campaign - thank you for your donations, either tangible or intangible ones, as both are entirely intent to lend their help to those poor souls. Alhamdulillah. 

Here in this post, I'd love to share something with all of you. It may seems rather a small insignificant thing, but the importance of cultivating this one specific value in our daily lives is undeniably what we are all lacking of at this moment. It is made obvious that we (if not all, for most) currently are competing keenly and greedily on stacking our pockets with rolls of money. However, it is sad that we failed to notice the pockets are slobbering our morals from their ripped nook. We are all becoming more of an inhuman, rather than a human. Lest this prospect is getting ostensible, we have lamented this issue hitherto in countless number of times, hoping that this corrupt, repugnant society would be able to realize the tragic they would make possible, unless this situation is reversed. Believe it or not, as this world is flowing in a forward motion, humanity is still poorly practiced, poorly understood, poorly accepted.

In one of the Ham On Rye's chapters (a book written by Charles Bukowski), there was this one pack of 6th grade boys. They all were watching a small, white cat got cornered into a backyard's wall. Right in front of that cat, there was this huge brown bulldog with saliva dripping down from its jaws, and it was hunching forward little by little, readily to attack that poor cat. The cat hissed, clutching its claws. It was obvious the cat could not climb up the wall, nor it could ran in one direction or the other. But the boys, knowing that there was a huge possibility the dog would killed the cat, given the apparent difference in their sizes, they all still did not do anything to prevent as such thing from happening. They just stood still, and continued watching the entire thing, anticipating hastily of what would be next in line of the action. 

Notwithstanding all these boys decided to just lay idled, there was this boy named Henry who was fermented when he had to face this. He knew that was a wrong thing to do. He knew he had to do something. He wanted to run up front and grabbed that cat and ran, but he had no guts to put his thought into the action. He was a cowardice, and this growing knowledge killed his insides. He turned to his back when he suddenly heard a sound and he saw his neighborhood's mailman and his wife were too, watching and waiting for the kill behind their window's curtain. 

This line was written next; and I tell you all, it made my brain jolted. It made my heart skipped a beat.

The cat wasn't only facing the bulldog, it was facing Humanity.

It struck bull's-eye really, a direct shot to the current sight of what is happening sorely within our society. The morals we all demonstrated. The qualities as a human being that are cascading to a morass of dysfunctionalism. Despite the same issue has been reiterated multiple of times, never it succeeded to halter as the subject of humanity is rather, unappealing.

Albeit some still exhibit hearts of stone, but to some, the urge to appease those who are in desperate need is escalating. They want to help, they want to be the aid. They choose not to watch the same abhorrent thing recurring endlessly and they choose to step in. At least by stepping in, they could help to assuage the pains of those unlucky ones and at the same time, they are the dynamic efforts to recuperate this foul society. 

Before I put the final dot on my post, I want all to ask yourselves this:

Do you want to watch the cat get killed?