Yesterday, and for personal reasons, I was down on my spirits. It's hard when things come crumbling down after your trust and your feelings get trampled over. Because you're strong, because you're always smiling and positive about life, people think you just get over quickly and nothing hurts you. Well, that's wrong, it's a big lie. The strong hurt.
Today, I can't help thinking how my personal grievances are nothing compared to what the great souls of this World go through in life.
We all knew Benazir Bhutto would be killed one day. It was just a matter of when. It was today! And I can't believe it! I was punched in the stomach when I heard the news. I paralysed, I mean, I had to stop my brain from thinking for a second so that I could take in the news: they killed Bhutto, they actually killed her in a blood bath! Today they killed a part of all of us that believe in Man and a better world. They silenced a Voice. And how easy it was to silence it!
I still remember Sérgio Vieira de Mello. I had such great hopes in and for him. I knew he would one day be UN's Secretary-General. I trusted him. He had an aura of goodwill around him. I was in Turkey when I heard he had been killed in Iraq. It took me days to believe the news. It was such a shock. In the back of my mind I also thought that he could be killed one day. But not that day.
Bhutto's and Mello's days came.
They came unnanounced, but they were expected. Still, we all hoped that things could and would not be as predictable as they turned out to be. In moments like these it's easy to lose faith, it's easy to fall into temptation and believe that hope is lost. Only the strong will now believe that faith must endure, faith must resist against despair.
Only the strong will go on hoping...