Change. Why It's Important.

I still can't believe there are things that aren't meant to be changed. Or at most, change could not be capacitated. Why the notion? It's not like I'm in a state of extreme despair, but just the exact opposite. A country's (or should I say a state's) philosophy has much to do with its progressivity. The same does apply to our country, Indonesia. Why the constant incidents of suffering, pain, desperation and the series of endless disasters (whether natural or human-caused) ? So much so, I have lost hope for this country, for the very reason it cannot bring about change, big enough for my mind to have something to hold on to. When things go so wrong for so long, when there's nothing to believe there's a solution to ongoing problems and desolate states of being in many parts of the country, it makes it so much easier to be despondent. Well, this is not to say the world's a much better place, notwithstanding Indonesia. If indeed, our country does make progress, it's one that's so sluggish compared to the skyrocketing rates of inflation (for the past few years).

What has become of us? As I am compelled to say, we need to look beyond the problems of today, gaze the future, what will become of this country.. Does anyone care? It's simply pathetic, watching unsolved problems go hand in hand with corruption, graft and injustice, and the government being ignorant, unwilling to solve them. Will we lie here and wait? For what? A miracle, one that will not come? For what is a miracle that's supposed to be sparked out of nowhere? Nonsense. The world spins round and round and round, day and night.. The world has its problems, we have our own problems. What's a bigger problem than not doing something for this country, as a whole (technically). The call for revival, in this time of need, is almost unheard of. Is it just me ? Am I being insanely obsessive of the West? I don't believe so, but when there's no progress or change, what's left to fight for? Worse still, hope fades as the wind blows, metaphorically.

We need hope, and a constant one, if we're to survive in this world, in this day and age. Hope brings about joy, spirit, and solace. What's left of us when the very hope that enables us to be spirited enough to live, to stride each day with a new smile and mind, is taken away? Change brings about hope, and a realistic one at that, and vice versa. You can't really talk about change without hope, or hope without change. For me, at least, change is a cathartic way of saying "The propensity of the will to live lies in the hope we carry each day, lest we should be inclined to think there's no reason for living."