I was, until yesterday, placating myself to change my unsatisfactory reality, and in preparation for that, I cleansed my ears to listen to the best news in the world. At the time I was also foreseeing interminable phone calls that will inundate me as soon as I win the Nobel Peace Prize. Nonetheless, my sole objective was to deflect phone calls that I already knew the content of, which were categorized under the topic: “You need to pay your debt.”
And then I said to myself, why don’t I deserve a Nobel Peace Prize? It is I who have never raised my voice in wrath, and it is I who is known for his composure. As my my guardians will confess, I was always offering my left cheek for those who mistreated me. In short, I am the most peaceful human being history has ever known!
I had all of the above mentioned in my inner repository, but I wittingly avoided it, for I wanted to ready myself for the revered news that would lift my spirits to the skies. However, the strike of the breaking news was more painful than even waiting for it. BBC correspondents nefariously hit me with Obama’s victory, and I wasn’t even pointing my right check at them. I wondered if it was the same Obama who spent nine months in office and had some experience in international relations.
I rambled in thoughts as I heard the disgruntling news – at least to me – does Obama, as the president of the mightiest country in the world, really need this prize? And is he one of those people that deliberately avoid phone calls from people requiring them to pay their debts? Of course not! Obama lives in a “dream” house, spends his weekends at the finest hotels and resorts, and enjoys the lack of burden on his shoulders. Yet those who scrutinize this predicament find a simple analogy that comes under the title of political pressure and the incessant demands for settling conflicts. And that, in fact, is much more difficult and acrimonious than my irritating phone calls, which I so studiedly avoid.
Obama’s thin shoulders are fraught with his predecessor’s unfinished and garbled tasks. And now, Obama needs to solve conflicts in the Middle East region, which is lying on a hot plate morphing into ashes while refueled from interminable sources. And then, I inferred with disappointment serving as my dictum: I would rather endure a thousand irritating phone calls asking me to pay my debts, than to be held responsible for the world’s conflicts that Bush bequeathed to Obama. What business do I have with this dilemma? The world’s problems shall never come to a halt, as long as there are people eating breakfast over greed, lunch over occupying, and dinner over other people’s dishes.
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