quinta-feira, 12 de junho de 2014

Varig: It was a winged dream... but bad people turned it into a winged sin

José Carlos Bolognese
 
It was a winged dream... but bad people turned it into a winged sin.

Now we ask ourselves what have we done wrong… if we have. Each one of us is accountable for the choices we make in life. You reap what you sow. But because ruling out all risks is simply nonhuman, we are never secure about anything. By the same token – because we are humans – we are all entitled to our own mistakes and have the right to reshape our lives from the lessons learned.

We take this for granted counting only on values and principles a good society provides. The problem is that there are only a few places in the world where "checks and balances" are taken seriously. Rights don't shift as power change hands. But people in these places understand it as a constant struggle to retain the rights they can't live without. They also infer that rights are as equal as obligations. This is only possible where freedom and the rule of law can coexist, thus "checks and balances".

So what's wrong with us Varig people?  Why can't we just regain the right to live decently?

Maybe we should start by asking where we are. And one possible answer is that we live in a land of many colors. It is not the color you can see with your eyes, but the many colors of our crude society. Within the bright colored circles of power one can have it all. Right or wrong the long arms of law won't reach you. While others of faded colors strive to make do with needs and pay, some of the few well-endowed beings – the right stuff – stay above all the intricacies of an ordinary life.

– Who do you think you are talking to?... has never been so annoyingly alive.

They'll easily say that if you are in a dire situation it's only your fault. They know what you did wrong even if you don't. They'll never concede that you, like anybody else have the right to err and to overcome adverse times to keep going on. Let alone admit that sometimes what makes your life miserable comes from bad things, other people you never knew, did to you.

Then your ordinary life seems no longer to fit the logical world. When you hear that justice will be served – even if takes forever – they don't  go as far as allowing you the same excuse with others – whatever they want or need from you. Your daily chores, your day to day duties – even leisure – will not stand still as you wait for justice. Even your body won't wait for it just
wears out as time goes on.

Some argue that public exposure of human misery don't change the facts behind it. That the wheels of justice, its rules and rulers are not moved by sentiment. That may be true in part, but removing justice from the human realm is unreal. However cold and focused, justice is made by and for the warmth of human beings. It is neither rocket science nor it is drama, yet it must embrace the good qualities of both.
So, hope walks on… albeit…

It was to be joy in the air… they made it a nightmare.

Title and Text: José Carlos Bolognese, January 21, 2013

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