Everyday a man dies in there. I am not saying “out there”. But
“in there”. The man dies in the system, yet his body keeps him alive. The average
man that you see every day is somebody’s son, father, brother, a good friend, a
lover. You can see him live everyday, performing his duties with the sincerity for
the purpose that he is assigned to.
But is he really living? A part of him dies everyday to
fight for his right, to see his loved ones happy, to keep the business running,
to feed the mouths depending on him. Yet his soul remains hungry forever.
Ask him, “are you happy?” he would put a big smile on his
face to say “Yes! I am happy”
Ask him again, “Are you really happy? Have you done every
thing that would make you happy?” you would see the wry smile on his face to
say “Yes! I’m happy.”
But inside him, another part of the soul died.
He can sacrifice the girl he loves to see his parents happy.
He can sacrifice his passion to see his family happy. He can sacrifice the
sleep to keep his business happy.
Ultimately when he dies, he dies a contented man who has
made everyone happy but himself.
He has sacrificed himself for everyone else.
He dies inside himself when he sees the person he loved is
not with him. He dies inside himself when he sees his passion is somebody else’s
possession.
This average man demands very less. To be respected, loved
and cared for.
Let us pledge to help this man in every aspect of his life. He
deserves more than we give him. Let us respect this Man, the average man.
