Channel-surfing through the FM last night, I heard an ad. A child whose voice drenched with innocence, was saying, “Do you know what my brother wants to be when he grows up? He wants to be a doctor-world’s best doctor! And my friend Ahmed? He wants to be a pilot!
“And I?!” He sounded quieter, his voice suddenly taken over by melancholy.
“I just want to live long enough to see my brother and friends become what they’ve always wished for.”
This touching, masterpiece of an ad was for a Cancer hospital. Death-the only truth that matters-stood in front of me, stripped off of all the sweet, comforting lies I tell myself before I go to bed each night. Lies that give me hope of living long enough to repent and be forgiven by Him; lies that have hindered my betterment.
In this exact moment, there are many, fighting battles worse than the worst of my imagination, content to be able to experience happiness on behalf of their loved ones, while I look around and question myself: “Then which of the favours of your Lord will ye deny?”
Utopia 