Sunday, January 16, 2011

The Face of Suffering in America

It is easy to see the suffering with the homeless man on the street, with ripped clothes, smelling of disaster and failure as you step over the body downtown.

It is easy to see the torture in a little boys eyes because he is beaten, abused and hungry.

It is easy to see the scars on the dog's side from the rage left behind of a selfish owner.

I think we all can see that, and sometimes we volunteer a day out of our lives to a charity or write a check around Christmas time, fooling ourselves into thinking that we've made a difference.

While, like you, I see that suffering, I live in the suffering of the silent.

They are normal Americans, just like you. Men and women who go to work each day and wonder if this is all there is to life.

It's the middle aged man who makes 100k a year, who plunks three ice cubes into his drink after a long days work, looking at his children who are growing and need him less and less. He lives in a big house with a woman called his wife who is a really a stranger in this country called his home. There is little connection and he fools himself each morning by getting up, going to work, managing his 401(k) and being responsible for those around him. He was told as a young man that he would have to provide for others and stop being selfish.

Yet at the ripe age of 40 or 50, he sits alone in his beautifully decorated palace wondering if this is all there is, and why isn't he happy after all he has accomplished.

Does anyone see him?

No.

Does anyone feel his suffering in lonliness and isolation?

No.

Furthermore, does he complain?

Little, for no one would listen.

Does he have a place or a book called "Work/Life balance" that would comfort him and tell him he isn't crazy?

No. He plods on to work then we judge and cruisfy him when he pitches his marriage, leaves, buys a sports car and perhaps quits his job.

We call that a mid life crisis because you would have to be nuts to leave the great life you had, buddy. Some thing is really wrong with you. Forget the voices in your head and return.

The face of suffering in America is all around you, in workers, in bosses, in large corporations churning out products and processes and more things we are supposed to buy.

We are no longer happy, and we don't know how to return to ourself and figure it out.

What do I do for a living?

I relieve pain.

It's that simple.

And I'll tell you why....
This is suffering.