At a time of terror, turmoil, and terminal greed, the thought of a better tomorrow, for most of us, is as fragile as a reed. But man cannot live without hope and there-in, perhaps, lies the key to a brighter
At a time of terror, turmoil, and terminal greed, the thought of a better tomorrow, for most of us, is as fragile as a reed. But man cannot live without hope and there-in, perhaps, lies the key to a brighter future. Not hope in the sense that we need it, but hope in the sense that we have it. It is that which all of us have in common that will, I believe, see us through. It matters not what race we are, what gender, what rationality, what social or economic status, what faith we have or haven’t, but our common core of humanity that will prevail. Like the reed of hope, we are, on this planet, fragile flowers battered and bruised and tossed about by the wayward winds of fate. None of us know-neither prince nor pauper, saint or sinner — what the future holds. Illness, accidents, ill begotten whims of nature or man beset us all. Our very next breath may be our last and no one knows.
We live with fear. We live with courage. We live with happiness and sorrow, expectation and failure, flaming success and brilliant anonymity. It is the game of life we play, some of us better than others. An infant born in a back alley arid a prince in a palace have one thing in common, they both took that first breath, and, in the end, it is the same for them, they breathe their last.
I believe, from the depths of my human condition, that all of us, the whole world over, need love and peace and truth and justice. The winds of war and madness may blow us off course, set us apart and at each other’s throats, but, in the end, the very essence of what we are — goodness and right, decent and caring — will bring us back together. We will be brothers and sisters on this small planet, ready to move on to a better tomorrow.
Bettejo Dux
Kalaheo
