As I post this from my apartment, I feel content. I feel fulfilled by a life that has given much to remember by. I can’t help to think about the Indian belief of karma. What was I before this life? Who was I before this life? Was I good a person? Did I do anything to change the world? Am I still remembered?
As I read a Time’s commentary on the Burma situation and the pressure the small communist enclave is receiving from international governments, I wonder what is happening there, in reality, and what are the people facing. The military elite lives in grandeur, while more than 80% of the population lives in poverty. How can they live in a reality that is so striking? Then I think of myself and compare my conditions with those of others living in other countries. How have I remained silent, remained impervious to reality, while I lived my life of luxury? How can I continue living like this? How can we all continue living like this while others don’t even live a day at all.
