U-Unbearable - A Diary from Prague 5/6

U-Unbearable

When we complain of our uphill battle to finish our bachelor thesis, or simply one course - meanwhile, someone else is struggling with a terminal illness, be testicular or lung cancer. That is magnitude. When we complain of having to wake up tomorrow, I would just rather sleep -- someone else is counting the days down. Whenever I utter my complaints against a non-responsive and silent God - someone else is praying for one fucking meal, or just fresh water or a roof to live under. What then truly is unbearable? Our petty troubles, or the prevailing existential humanitarian crisis? Put some perspective on your guiltless misery, you are far from innocent, you have not even tasted a hint of unbearable.

Can one witness unbearableness?

Be it your slowly decaying and dying grandfather, a grieving widow, or the children in war-torn Ukraine and Palestina - to what extent can I call myself a witness? Does my compassion entail understanding, does my "understanding" entail a truthful witness, does this entail I know and witness unbearableness? Can you live through the pain of another? I have always been sceptical of such a notion, yet I barely stand tall against an unmeasurable tragedy, and I am a foremost receptive and sensitive being. Yet, how could I feel another's suffering, could I even know...

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