Worries

When I watch the bird fly, the fish swim and the rat of the grassland run around non-challantly, with no cares or fears or the worry lines that characterise our lifes as we grow old, I wonder if it would not be better just to be like that, to not care, to not bother, to not worry about what the next minute, hour, day, week, month or year .Am tempted to ask why is it honorable to be human, why does the single gratification of been a higher breed animal pleases us all more than anything else because the cares we have are real, the fears we have stare us in the face to the point of doubt and self betrayal and we wear our worries likes clothes attached to our body, a clothe we can not put off until the time when we feel safe that that particular worry is over.

In our daily life, we form new alliances, knowingly or unknowingly joining ourselves to a new force, ever so growing yet still the same in the fact that our worries are the same, our problems the same, yet they come in forms that leaves us breathless and at times clueless. Most of the time, it is a repetitive problem that gives us a new face to deal with with just one basic source, the humanness in us.

Across the world, from New York to New Delhi, from Darfur to Paris, from Port Harcourt to Port Novo, from London to Johannesburg, the blood that runs our veins is the same; the basic things that worry us are the same, very basic things, food, shelter and clothing. It is what makes a man cut short his sleep, to join the rest of the world at 7am so that by 7pm bread can be baked and at 10 pm the lights can go off in preparation for another routine in our own animal kingdom. The instinct of survival that nature has instilled in us makes it hard for us to break this routine weather we live under the bridge or in the government house. So my greatest question is ‘Why Can’t we have a lasting solution to the issue of self survival?’ Why can’t we have a cure like we have for all of the diseases that the world has face and are still combating? Or perhaps I am wrong, that our basic desires and wants are not the same? Why does the same humanness in us makes us take more than we really need? Back to the birds of the air and the fish of the sea and the rat, all little creatures that are content just with the basics of life, just like us,only the human in us,what makes us Human is the fact that we are insatiable, that we are simply not content with the living the basics.

So I ask in conclusion, what can make us share love in the street so freely so that we do not need to send our kids to war anymore? What can make the difference in our worries and makes us appreciate each other just a little more because ‘just a little more’ is all the difference that is needed since that little more is all that differentiates us from the lower forms of life, that is, my bird, rat and fish friend.