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FEAR
It was one of those trips. The trips that are quite boring but you go anyway just to get out of the house. 'To get fresh air 'one may claim, but mostly to clear your head of all the endless strings of thoughts.
And there I was, seated on the back seat of the car, looking out the window, recognising each and every curve of the road that I was travelling on for the umpteenth time. I recognised even those trees and the little monkeys who are always seated on the roadsides, who may pretend to be a very disturbing audience for some sort of imaginary show going on the road which would be a stage.
There was work going on the road, some sort of repairing work it seemed and there were people covered in soot and dust from foot to toe working on machines. It was then something caught my eye.
Out there amidst the commotion, some people were stacking long metal poles, which are used in construction, on to the back of a truck. Among them, one young boy, not over the age of twenty it seemed, was helping the others raise the pole over his head, too heavy for his weak and calloused hands and then just for a moment, the pole slipped out his hands. It went straight to his face and would have made him lose his eye, just when an older man caught it. And for just a single moment, fear flashed across his face, fear that knew no control, a fear I understood was not appearing for the first time.
It was not just a fear of the moment, it was a fear of wondering how to earn bread the next day, a fear of sustaining a family on his shoulders at such a young age, fear of awaiting jobless days, a fear of an insecure future. It made me wonder of all the people who live in our world, who have to live off infinite fear every day. And while we here busy in our secure days, never stopping to have a second thought about these unfortunate people who may never have the courage even to dream about a secure life with no worries.
It seems as if the fear always exists there on their faces, only to have never shown to a world which doesn't care. A fear that dwells deep within them, embedded maybe forever into their souls. And I still wonder of all the things we could do to make a difference in their lives, but only if a lot of hearts had felt the fear that they feel every moment………
© Dustytruck
And there I was, seated on the back seat of the car, looking out the window, recognising each and every curve of the road that I was travelling on for the umpteenth time. I recognised even those trees and the little monkeys who are always seated on the roadsides, who may pretend to be a very disturbing audience for some sort of imaginary show going on the road which would be a stage.
There was work going on the road, some sort of repairing work it seemed and there were people covered in soot and dust from foot to toe working on machines. It was then something caught my eye.
Out there amidst the commotion, some people were stacking long metal poles, which are used in construction, on to the back of a truck. Among them, one young boy, not over the age of twenty it seemed, was helping the others raise the pole over his head, too heavy for his weak and calloused hands and then just for a moment, the pole slipped out his hands. It went straight to his face and would have made him lose his eye, just when an older man caught it. And for just a single moment, fear flashed across his face, fear that knew no control, a fear I understood was not appearing for the first time.
It was not just a fear of the moment, it was a fear of wondering how to earn bread the next day, a fear of sustaining a family on his shoulders at such a young age, fear of awaiting jobless days, a fear of an insecure future. It made me wonder of all the people who live in our world, who have to live off infinite fear every day. And while we here busy in our secure days, never stopping to have a second thought about these unfortunate people who may never have the courage even to dream about a secure life with no worries.
It seems as if the fear always exists there on their faces, only to have never shown to a world which doesn't care. A fear that dwells deep within them, embedded maybe forever into their souls. And I still wonder of all the things we could do to make a difference in their lives, but only if a lot of hearts had felt the fear that they feel every moment………
© Dustytruck
