How dare you? How dare you ask for a camera when there are people without food?
My monster has struck again...
The child asked for something. The child asked for a toy. And some of the adults out there run to tear the dream apart.
The child made a mistake. Forgot to bcc the e-mail addresses. Big mistake. Some of the adults decided to answer publicly using unacceptable violence. Some others did it more discreetly and politely. Some just ignored it. Some were forced to read a public conversation that was not their business. And they were rightfully angry about that. Some decided to encourage the child. Some even decided to help the child get on with the dream.
What the child forgot to say is that she will be ok if she is not helped. And she will be grateful if helped.
The whole thing just triggered some questions.
This so called crisis of Greece must stop us from dreaming?
This so called crisis has stopped us from helping for causes other than famine and sickness?
They have done it? They have convinced us that we are not worthy of dreaming anymore?
And now, enough with the “they”.
Where am I and where do I stand in this? I dared to ask for assistance. Yes. My man is sick. He can’t breathe properly. He can’t walk properly. He can’t eat. I’m here for him. I took my week off and I’m here for him. Calmer. I am his nurse. 24/7. Anyone that has done it knows very well what I’m talking about.
While on my break from nursing, I worked hard for myself. I printed out my blog. I dreamed I had a new camera. Without a proper job, I dreamed I had 100 euros for a camera. Like a child I put the request out there for anyone to see. I was scared. The adult inside me was telling me exactly this: Antonis is dying and you want a fucking camera? How dare you? Anyway the adult still made way for the child. The adult assisted the child to ask.
It was really interesting to see the reactions.
Maybe this is what I really seek. The reactions. Maybe that’s my role. Trigger everyone’s reactions.
I will still write, even without a camera. Besides, I have thousands of photos still to choose from. I will still be here for my blog, for myself. I will still dream. I will still dream of this wonderful new world where no one has to go out and burn buildings. I will still dream of a world where no one has to die from cancer. I will still dream of a pinky, colorful earth where no one is hungry and no one has any regrets or guilt about anything.
I will still dream I have a new camera.
I will still dream I’m travelling around the world.
I will still dream.