Yesterday I went jogging in the Botanic park that’s near where I live. I will not tell you how hard it was to jog after three months of not having enough time for doing any sports. I am not the subject of this post, but a homeless kid is. When I was finishing my jogging session, I thought that life is not fair, because I’m not naturally skinny and because I have to work hard to maintain my weight in a normal balance. Then I walked past a kid that was just lying on the cold ground at the entrance of the park. I couldn’t really see his face or hands, he had a huge jacket on and a bigger head-wrap. I just saw him shivering. On the ground. Needless to say the temperatures were under 0 grads Celsius. And there is a hospital located exactly near the park, but nobody seemed to cared about him.
It was an intense experience for me, I felt so incredibly bad for him that I started crying. I really did cry for a while. It’s moments like these when I can’t understand life. I appreciated my dinner that evening (baked apples with corn and cheese) more than ever.
Also, thank you to Adina for the amazingly nice words about me (read here) on her new Romanian fashion blog: Fashion Visa. Things like these make me keep on working and struggling and trying to create whatever I think of, with the lowest of investment and possibilities. There are people who have no place to sleep. And that is a cruel reality all around the world. I hope I didn’t make you too sad with this story and you’ll fully enjoy your day, even if you think it wasn’t a good one. It can always be worse.
8 Responses to "Sad Reality"
I’m glad I made your day brighter :) About your story, I understand you completely. More than once I found myself in the position of beeing unhappy about my weight or my look in a certain day, and I ran into a deeper reality that stroke me like cold water and showed me the true meaning of life.
We are passionate about fashion, we love fashion and of course as women, we are paying attention at our weight and beauty. It’s perfectly normal. But on the other hand, there are more important things out there that we should consider, and for that reason we should appreciate more what we have. :)
By the way, i haven’t exercise for quite a while too :P
nu am stiut ca si tu esti asa sensibila…si pe mine ma impresioneaza lucrurile astea f tare:(pacat ca nu putem ajuta cu mare lucru!oricum sa stii ca ar avea loc la casa de copii, dar multi fug de acolo.e alegea lor…
Acesti copii invata ca viata este dura, foarte multi dintre ei vor fi criminalii de maine care iti dau in cap sa iti fure haina de blana pe care o afisezi nesimtit(unele dintre noi fac asta, eu cred ca poti fi sexy si daca esti mai uman…nu doar folosind haine super scumpe si make-up)
Si ce daca suntem sensibile, daca nu facem nimic concret.Subiectul este mult mai sensibil decat atat.Si ce daca ii dai tu un corn azi, si poate ca trec si eu maine pe acolo si ii strecor ceva din maruntisul meu.Rezolva nimic, e vax.Legislatia nu iti permite sa il iei acasa, chiar daca l-ai lua ar avea nevoie mititelul si de consultatie psihologica.Si apoi cine isi permite asta, eu fac parte din categoria oamenilor care chiar isi cumpara haine de 3 euro de la super reduceri si ma chinui sa strang bani ca sa pot ajuta pe cei care au nevoie de ajutor si imi sunt apropiati
si lista e asa de lunga….
Am cumparat o pereche de cerceii pt revelion, chiar au fost doar vreo 4 euro, si un creion verde tot ieftin de vreo 5 euro cred, pt ochii, ma mustra constiinta si acum… ca ma gandesc ca cu banii astia cineva ar fi mancat.Degeaba ne pare rau, daca nu facem ceva concret
asa este. ai dreptate. dar ca individ, ce poti face mai mult decat sa ii dai un corn? Sa spunem ca donezi banii la o organizatie. Poti cu adevarat sa ai incredere in faptul ca acei bani chiar ajung sa hraneasca un astfel de copil?Sincer, daca as sti cu cea mai mare siguranta ca banii care i-as dona ar ajunge exact unde vreau eu, poate as renunta la o pereche de cercei… Dar decat sa ma gandesc ca cine stie care isi face vila in Brasov din banii aia (pur ipotetic) mai bine ii dau acel corn. Stiu ca e foarte sensibil subiectul, si habar n-am care e solutia sau daca chiar exista. Iar apoi daca ar primi ajutor psihologic, nu e sigur ca il face sa uite tot si sa ajunga sa fie un om bun, muncitor, pentru ca daca nu e ajutat de mic, cu cat creste mai mare cu atat e mai greu.
Am mai vazut o femeie pe strada, era batuta, avea un ochi vanat, capul spart, cersea. Mi s-a rupt sufletul din nou. Mi-am imaginat ce dureri poate sa simta femeia aia, oare mai simte ceva sau e toata amortita. Iar apoi, ca sa treaca noptile in frig mai usor alcool sau aurolac banuiesc ca e solutia. Sincer nu pot sa imi imaginez cum e sa iti petreci LUCID noptile in frigul asta, pe strazi, fara casa. Dar mai daca mai esti si batut sau molestat etc.
In final suntem toti oameni si peste tot trebuie sa existe un echilibru. Doar ca e foarte trist…
Things like that really do put our petty insecurities into perspective….
Sorry you were so upset by seeing that. :( I understand where it comes from though.
da da..ai dreptate..asta e chestia care nu m-a lasat deloc sa-mi petrec sarbatorile in liniste acasa.E atata opulenta afisata si inca sunt oameni care traiesc de pe o zi pe alta.Mai trist e ca multi sunt copii! Se sapa un gap enorm intre paturile sociale.Sper ca in timp vom lua si noi moda intrajutorarii (ca tot e un site cu/despre moda)de afara.Nu numai Marc Jacobs.
Moments like that remind me of how lucky I am, and not to take things for granted.