A friend confessed that after he saw the link I placed in my previous post, he felt really, really small.
Another, who saw the 10-minute version (Beyond Words), looked around his office and asked himself what in heaven's name he was doing there.
Their reactions echoed mine.
In the face of such massive misery and human turmoil recorded by some of the world's most important photographers, our own private turmoil becomes insignificant.
Suddenly, all the little problems we have within striking distance become less of a problem and become more of a joke. The zit on your face that's been bothering you the whole day suddenly feels zilch. The soccer fever infecting the current collective soul becomes a tad too cold for you.
Seeing a father covering his anguish with hands caked in dried blood beside the broken body of his young daughter leaves you feeling fragmented inside. Seeing a mother huddled with her two kids in a ditch with her clothes splattered in blood leaves you seeing red.
You know just by looking at their faces, something immensely precious, something beyond measures, were taken away from them.
While watching the drama unfolding, I remembered a line from the novel Catch-22 by Joseph Heller.
"When you talk to the man upstairs,I want you to tell Him something for me. Tell Him it ain't right for people to die when they're young. I mean it. Tell Him if they got to die at all, they got to die when they are old. I want you to tell Him that. I don't think He knows it ain't right, because He's supposed to be good, and it's been going on for a long, long time. Okay?"
The powerful images taken by these war photographers will stay with you long after you've seen the free movie. And I hope it stays with you for a long, long time.
Because something happens afterwards. You go home and you talk, really talk to people closest to you. You look into their eyes. You hold their hands. You hug them goodnight, hug them really tight.
Knowing fully well, that anytime, at the whim of fate, all that you hold in your arms, could easily be taken away.
Sometimes forever. Click.
Another, who saw the 10-minute version (Beyond Words), looked around his office and asked himself what in heaven's name he was doing there.
Their reactions echoed mine.
In the face of such massive misery and human turmoil recorded by some of the world's most important photographers, our own private turmoil becomes insignificant.
Suddenly, all the little problems we have within striking distance become less of a problem and become more of a joke. The zit on your face that's been bothering you the whole day suddenly feels zilch. The soccer fever infecting the current collective soul becomes a tad too cold for you.
Seeing a father covering his anguish with hands caked in dried blood beside the broken body of his young daughter leaves you feeling fragmented inside. Seeing a mother huddled with her two kids in a ditch with her clothes splattered in blood leaves you seeing red.
You know just by looking at their faces, something immensely precious, something beyond measures, were taken away from them.
While watching the drama unfolding, I remembered a line from the novel Catch-22 by Joseph Heller.
"When you talk to the man upstairs,I want you to tell Him something for me. Tell Him it ain't right for people to die when they're young. I mean it. Tell Him if they got to die at all, they got to die when they are old. I want you to tell Him that. I don't think He knows it ain't right, because He's supposed to be good, and it's been going on for a long, long time. Okay?"
The powerful images taken by these war photographers will stay with you long after you've seen the free movie. And I hope it stays with you for a long, long time.
Because something happens afterwards. You go home and you talk, really talk to people closest to you. You look into their eyes. You hold their hands. You hug them goodnight, hug them really tight.
Knowing fully well, that anytime, at the whim of fate, all that you hold in your arms, could easily be taken away.
Sometimes forever. Click.
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