That was not the first time I had gone to him with my youthful enthusiasm, with a bag of complaints, suggestions, recommendations. I used to have so many of them! I would begin by apologising to him for always whining about some thing or other.
I knew what he said was true when one day, tired of complaining and getting no result, I gave up trying, and lost my interest altogether. I no longer dreamt of changing things, I no longer complained, I no longer cared.
Now everywhere I see defiant faces – stony and uncomplaining. Their responses are limited to a rigid “Yes/No”. They don’t blurt their frustration out. They don’t say “I need help.” They’re quiet, undemanding, stressed and suffocating inside. An implosion waiting to happen.
He was so right. This is the world that feeds the crying baby, not knowing that it is the silent, starving one that needs to be supported the most…