The Perspective

4:12PM, 11.08.21

Today, I went to the airport with my Mama, Soumik, to help him safely get to his train. On the way, I saw some people begging on the streets and the foot over bridge. I saw one, having no limbs, another without eyes, another without two legs and so on. Yet, people were passing by them nonchalantly, and there was barely anyone to come forward and offer them help. Probably, there are many more disabled people like them in Dhaka. Their life is so miserable. All through my day, I remain depressed, with my hair fall and insomnia. But then again, when I see these hapless people on the street, life itself seems like a weird paradox. On one side, I see these wealthy people in Bashundhara living a very cosy life. And on the other side, I see these helpless people. Somewhere in the middle lies my own self. When I look at myself from the lens of those rich people, I feel ashamed of myself. But when I change the lens and look from those poor’s perspective, I feel so grateful for all that my Lord has given me. It’s all relative. It’s all about the perspective. Isn’t it?

I know that I won’t be able to change the world; in fact, nobody can. But maybe I will be able to change the world of one single person.
I will try my best to help these needy people. I hope my Master will help me to complete my journey.