08.12.07
Sense and Sensitivity
“How can people be so
insensitive?”
That’s the first question I asked myself this morning… and I
burdened myself with that weary load of a thought as I made my way through the
day.
“Don’t they know how
much it torments me?”
I asked myself as I pulverized the coffee beans and prepared
espresso. Papa and Mama were smiling at the breakfast table (no,
they’re not who I’m referring to as insensitive), and I went on with my
straight face. The rich coffee that normally puts me in a jovial mood
didn’t seem to work this time.
Misha showed me his caterpillars after breakfast and I was
amazed with these creatures. I regarded
on how they’d miraculously morph into free graceful beauties from monstrous earth-crawling
beginnings. Humans are actually given
the chance to experience such metamorphosis, too… I had more thoughts concerning this kind of rebirth
and transfiguration, but then another thought took over, “How can people be so insensitive?”
“Don’t worry, be happy,” sang Bobby McFerrin as Dandi turned
up the speakers.
“Maybe I can do just
that if some people would just cease to be so insensitive,” I muttered.
The sun shone brightly. It’s Sunday! Sunday means preparing
special meals with Mama and that usually causes me to be rather excited. There in the kitchen bustled my UberMama and
I through the whiffs of delicious aromas… and as a kitchen time custom, she
asked me about my friends. Then a tear
dropped – not because of the onions, but because of – yes,
you guessed it – “insensitive people.”
All of a sudden, a heaven-sent realization struck me. Who was being insensitive here?
From the moment I woke up I had been gifted with the sunshine, my
family, nature, coffee, the power to think, a mother who cared so much, a home,
food, music, and there I was in the middle of all these…an insensitive,
ungrateful idiot. God forgive me.
How can I be so
insensitive?
