Cancer. It gives me chills just typing the word. Thankfully, my close family hasn't been affected by it a lot (my uncle has a slow cancer meaning his "time to go" will probably come before the cancer can do any harm like that). But the scary thing is, I know so many people in my community and in the world that have to live through this. Immediately, you wonder- what type and how long do I have? Yes- the most horrifying side of any illness or disease is death.
Whew! Okay, now that we got that end of the spectrum taken care of; let's examine this situation another way. Cancer was thought to be first discovered around 500 B.C. with the Ancient Egyptians [then again- they discovered a lot so that's not surprising at all]. From then, the rate of people getting cancer has gone up... well, at first it looks like an exponential graph but there are valid reasons for this. One of the basic reasons is simply stated as: the human population grew... a lot. We have more people on Facebook then there were in the 1800's. And as we grew- so did medicine and technology. I know this may sound really bad (and I have contemplated a lot about posting this with the fear that it might offend some people. I really hope it doesn't), but if cancer didn't come around- the world would've never been introduced to the crazy-advanced medicine we have today. Medicine that has saved lives. So yes- cancer has taken the lives of many. But how many people have lived on to remember those who have died for them and end up cherishing their lives forever? Is it worth it? [When I ask that question, I don't mean to say, "Is it worth it for people to die in order for others to live" necessarily- I'm asking "if you're going to die anyways- isn't it better to save other people with a lesser version of you're problem before you go?"]
Also something to think about. I have noticed that death and hardship bring people freakishly together. Like-evangelical-conservatives-hugging-liberals together. There's something about hardships (great example would be cancer and death), that bring us so close. My theory is that people come together when they have a shared experience. The feeling of "I'm a cancer survivor and so are you and I can't believe we are both alive today". I don't know if that's the only reason, because to me, that sounds like a really simple answer to explain sentence number two in this paragraph. But for once, I'm not so curious as to why we come together. I'm curious to see whether the title statement is really true: Are good and evil really tied at the hip so much that both of them show themselves at every occasion?
It makes me wonder: with every horrifying, dreadful, heart-dropping, bone-chilling, tear-filled experience... how can there be any good left when all that bad is clouding my vision. My dad, who practices Tai-Chi, says that in Chinese culture and with those customs- they believe that every evil comes with good (yin and yang). There is always balance. I know it's quite a mental workout and sometimes you have to be a pervert or heartless to think like this, but I push myself everyday to try and balance every experience. Got an F on a test? I will never make that stupid mistake of 2*3=5 ever again. Joseph Kony is making child soldiers? How can we use what we learned now to help more people later? Somebody in the next town over got raped? We now have one more person on the job who can spread the word- help prevent it. People dying every three seconds? It may be heartless to say, but it's preventing us from overpopulation. Now you may not agree with my thinking, but I challenge you to try it for a day... maybe you'll change the world. I know it's opened my eyes to some things that I'm going to change when I grow up: maybe you'll do the same.
P.S. I sincerely hope I didn't offend anybody with this post, and I apologize from the deep soul in my heart if I did. I also want ya'll to know that of course- there's a time for mourning, there's a time for remembrance... there's a time and place for everything. And it is only after you have been through this respectful process, that it's time to use the method of finding good int he hardship. Because yes, it is sometimes terrible to think like that and it is only possible once you have come to terms with the experience. Then you think- "What about you? Are you okay with rape and child soldiers?" No I'm of course not "okay" with it. I'm just the type of person that accepts the situation at hand and immediately thinks of how she can use this terrible experience at hand to change the world.
Thank you to Kevin Medansky for sparking this blog: shaving your head raises a lot of awareness.
Don't know who Joseph Kony is? Visit this website to find out more: [P.S. STAY TUNED FOR THE NEXT BLOG all about him]
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