i read in the papers today about a 78 year-old man who still needs to care for his son who's in his late forties - who's crippled and suffers from epileptic fits.

and i wonder why people can go about life like that.


aren't we born to live, so we may be taken care of when we are young and then take care of those who had taken care of us when we're older? it should be that way, shouldn't it?

what is this life if we were to live and not do anything productive? stay at home, read the papers, watch the news, like we were a couple of planets away? i know for certain that life can be a blackhole in the above-cited example. the old man (the older one) is not healthy, as well.

why is he still worrying about the future after he's gone? shouldn't he be enjoying life, at his age? why does he still have unshed tears in his eyes when he's in his golden years?


and what can we do about it?

forget about the widespread hell in third world countries just for a second - sometimes they are happy, for sometimes that way may be the only way some of them know how. but in urban areas like ours - why do people still suffer in private hells that we somehow cannot reach into?

..cannot or that we simply don't want to? don't want to because we can't, because we can't find it in ourselves to house someone like that epileptic son and treat him like his father treated him, because we don't love him like one of our own, because he isn't kin?

so is it still a 'not wanting to' or is it a 'cannot'? and do we fault those who 'cannot'?

'can' you?