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Sunday, March 30, 2014

The End of a Ten Year Long Chapter in my Life



The Promise of  Ends

“Good and bad fruit die,

Joy follows sorrow. Life, death,,

Ends have beginnings.  “




I had time to reflect on these realities of life last week as I formally  submitted my resignation from my current position of assistant research manager which  I occupied in the local disability sector. I admit that I spent over ayear thinking about resigning from my job. However, I confess that I was still relatively happy and comfortable with the work I was doing in the field.


The fact that I was a disabled person meant that I am aware that it’s difficult to find a new job if I left this one. 


Moreover, given that many employers still had poor expectations of disabled people meant that I would be always at a disadvantage.. 


Indeed, in spite of the qualifications I have been awarded over the years, misconceptions abound. What’s more, a large number of disabled people may really have no educational credentials to present prospective employers. Here, it must be said this is often the fault of a past educational system where disabled people were sent off to special schools and it might be symptomatic of an educational system that fails to prepare disabled children for their future as adults.  


Disabled people who find themselves under-qualified are often  the product of an educational system that has  failed them.    




Putting these considerations aside, I must also say that my relationship with the National Commission Persons with Disability  (KNPD) [which was the organisation I was  employed with], goes way back to 2003 when, in addition to my severe physical impairment, I was developing a profound visual impairment which would affect me for the rest of my life.


Indeed, my initial involvement with KNPD since my first contact in 2003 would transform the way I viewed myself as a disabled person. I changed from being a shy disabled youth who resisted being called “disabled” or being seen in the company of disabled people to a rebellious, and perhaps, and militant disabled person.


 For the first time, I understood that claiming to be a disabled person was a political statement affirming that many of the problems we faced in society weren’t due to the fact we had impairments but simply because society failed to take our differences into account.. 


 All this would lead me to become a vocal disability activist and, I hope, an active contributor in making my country more equal and inclusive of disabled people and others who still remain socially excluded or disadvantaged. 


Yes, I admit that I committed some mistakes in my early days as a disability activist, such as adopting an extreme position on the disability issue. However, I was committed to the cause of making our world a more inclusive world for everyone while respecting and keeping in mind our differences as persons.  




Eventually, I would choose to further my studies in the area of disability by completing a masters in Disability Studies at the University of Leeds During this period, I . I felt at home as I felt I  had returned home to  academia, where I felt free to expand and express who I was. It was a time     which brought back many memories of the time I was a student reading, that time, for a Honours degree in English at the University of Malta.


 Yes, I admit that I always  enjoy learning which might explain why, in spite of leaving KNPD, I still lecture part time in a fresh Masters degree In Disability Studies being taught at the University of Malta. But, I digress… After graduating from Leeds, I applied for a job at KNPD and, when all the candidates were interviewed, I was notified that I was selected to start work.


My first day at KNPD, I remember, was the 14th February of 2007, and yes it was  Saint Valentine’s Day of that year.


From that day on, I started doing a lot of work ranging from preparing research papers, writing article pieces for local and international publications. I also continued delivering talks to various institutions on disability issues, which I had started around 2003.


Part of my work was to raise awareness and educate the public on disability issues included  delivering talks called Disability Equality Training and Disability Awareness Training (DAT)   aimed at providing the public with an accurate picture of disability and raise awareness about the barriers we face in society as disabled people with DET talks mainly focusing on the legal obligation of those delivering services to the public to be aware of the Equal Opportunities Act (Cap 413) and how to implement the act in practice..


In this sense, I can say that my involvement with KNPD started off from the time I had my first contact with KNPD in 2003 for which I was also doing voluntary work as I was learning to adapt to my visual impairment, a new addition to my list of impairments; to the  day I was formally employed in 2007.  




Yes, a decade has passed. I have many fond memories of these years and some painful ones as well. I was going through many changes at once. I had become a disability activist and, yes, I  was - In some ways - an “extremist”.


Back then. I have met great people and it was the time I felt at ease with my body and my impairments. In fact, if I  hadn’t  acquired my impairments, I would have missed to meet all the wonderful individuals, genuine human beings, who really believe in what they’re doing. I confess that if it hadn’t been for KNPD and the people who worked there, I’d probably end up falling into a state of  depression and despondency or worse.


Indeed, the people working there gave me a new purpose to go on and built my self-confidence and trust. While this entry, however long, can’t possibly do justice to the past, I still wanted to write it to remind myself of the gifts that KNPD has given me and to pay tribute to the people I met, who often work in silent and whom are often misunderstood and misrepresented. 


I think that I need to conclude this entry. Yes, it was a brief stroll down memory lane but it’s unhealthy to wallow in nostalgia. The past is no longer here and trying to revive the past too much risks stalling any progress we should be making. It also distracts us from enjoying the gifts of life the present gives us right this moment. All things must end but this needs not be a tragedy. I guess that this is the main message I wanted to convey through this entry.


The 10 years that I spent between doing voluntary work and paid work were, on the whole, pleasant. However, this isn’t saying that it was always full of moments of joy and successes. It was also a time of sorrow and failures. It’s this realisation that prompted me to write the haiku you found at the start. For, while we may despise change or mourn the ending of the life we knew, it is sometimes this end that offers us the possibility of growth and renewal:.


“Every beginning has an ending. Every life will one day end. This is death. Our lives must change and will keep changing.”




Every beginning has an ending. My journey and every human life  cannot stop from changing. Change is necessary for growth and maturity. A person who doesn’t change or grow is a corpse, a dead person. I have  grown, I hope, from that twenty year old who had just left university and adapting to his visual impairment. I have also come to change how I viewed myself as a disabled person over this decade. I have gradually adopted a spiritual understanding that departed from the Roman Catholic faith that I was brought up with. 


A spiritual awakening that led me to adopt Buddhism, a non-theistic but very humanist value system that resonates with who I really was - as a human being  like any one else - equal, yet different.


Here I cannot deny that my spiritual transformation, if you may, hasn’t changed the way I look at life and my attitude and behaviour  towards others. I can honestly say that even if I remain committed to the cause of disability activism, I see my struggle in the wider context of humanity. 


I seek to understand those who adamantly persist in their ignorance and try to approach their views  not from the position of an enemy but as a human being who is genuinely interested to know the seeds of their enmity.


I clearly understand that our struggle, as disabled people, cannot occur without the recognition that our struggle must be won through the cooperation with other groups of people who are treated unequally by an often unjust society.


Today, I have also come to an understanding that any struggle for equality cannot occur without the participation of, in our case, non-disabled people. At the same time, I firmly believe that, inasmuch the contribution of our non-disabled allies is fundamental, it is us - disabled people - who must be in the forefront to achieve true equality for all. I’m afraid that past history has shown that the tendency is that a few  non-disabled people have exploited this worthy cause to promote their own careers and reputation with disabled people ending as case studies in some  academic report or publication..   


Similarly, women can never achieve equality without cooperating with men, gay people and straight people must live together and so on and forth. having said that, while men in the case of women’s rights must be included in any discussion on the subject, it would be a farce if women, or any group whom the issue directly affects to be left out or given little say in the discussion and decision-making process.    


Of course, the truth remains that, as long as we live together on this planet, we all need each other - we are co-dependent. I believe that this fact of our co-dependence demands of us that we always attempt to reach the middle ground and, when possible, achieve a mutually agreed compromise.



I come to an end of this long entry. After this entry reaches you, I fear how you might interpret it and what idea of me you’ll construct In your mind. I would be rather disappointed with what I have written if you conclude that I am an inspiration… That I overcame my impairments…achieved success in spite of my impairments… blah blah.


Just understand this: it is my impairments who made me who I am today. There are times when I rather could walk or see as I did when I was younger and stronger but this is life not a a heartwarming or tear jerking Christmas tale. 


I am no inspiration but I decided to live and adapt to my differences. I am just answering the call of the survival instinct. It was that or social suicide and a life of wanting and loathing myself and others. I am here today because of the many people in my life who believed in me and, ironically, those who didn’t and who pushed me to challenge myself. I am not the  self-made person which one may think I am.  I am strong but can be weak. 


If it hadn’t been for the support of others whom I found on this journey, disabled and non-disabled people alike, I might not be here today.


It appears that there was a lot I needed to say. I look forward  to the future but I realise that it’s now that I need to change and take greater control and responsibility over my life. 




I will continue to contribute to the local disability sector, yes, but using a different approach. I  also reassure my students reading for their Masters In Disability Studies that I will continue my lecturing part-time. At the same time, I wish to pursue new possibilities that that the present world offers. 


Indeed, I am already pursuing my childhood dream of dedicating my time and energy to writing. I have already invested much of my free time since I was a child in the craft of writing but, it appeared, that society doesn’t consider writing to be a proper job. Even if I was discouraged over the years of pursuing the art of writing, I never stopped writing when I could


I feel that the current situation and the fact that technology offers me the real possibility of getting my work out to the world, compels me to venture into the world of self-publishing. I may not be successful in my attempt to publish a few of my ePubs but I really have nothing to lose at this stage. I only want to express and share my thoughts and experiences with others around the world. Many might not listen. But, I hope few will.


On that note, I end with the haiku I started with in the beginning. For, although this entry will also end, it’s ending also signifies the beginning of a new one. Ten years are a long time in a person’s life, but they end too. I may mourn the death of this decade, but to resist change is suicide. I must be open to what the now offers. For, ultimately, the now is what defines and shapes our futures. These are the promises of ends: 


The Promise of  Ends

“Good and bad fruit die,

Joy follows sorrow. Life, death,,

Ends have beginnings.  “


With those verses, I leave you and wish to thank you for hanging on to the end of this long entry. As for me, I prepare to open a new chapter in my book of life where the future starts from now on!!  


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Friday, March 7, 2014

Refusing to Conform

In our childhoods, we learn to live in our society and in a world which follows a particular set of agreements. A world which, is often, reluctant to accept difference.  A world, where those who oppose its views of reality are excluded and segregated. A world that has  remained  fragmented with each community  dividing itself according to its value systems, rules and regulations. Persons were no longer human beings but they made themselves something much bigger than who they  really were. They also created an image of a god that reflected their ideals of perfection and goodness which projected their personal conception of utopia.

As a consequence, people who didn’t fit in or fell short of the right ways , and individuals   who went as far as challenging the status quo, risked being excluded, segregated, labelled or put away from the eyes of a society that had built a temple for its own self. The fate of those outside their  direct circles became the enemy - the great Satan, agents of the devil they  created in their own minds to rationalise their own evil without taking responsibility over  their own  lives.
But, then, this is not another world. This is our own. And the demons are here.

These demons we create ourselves to rationalise  the unjustifiable. actions that are happening in our own age. Actions we accept because we think that they  will shield us from the inevitable changes that are taking place around us. In our vanity we lose our humanity to all that which appears to be dangerous and we try to keep people who challenge our sense of self as far as we can. Even destroying their spirits if we can.     

Thus, those who are different than us suddenly become a threat that we must control and eliminate or, at least, “normalise”. Thus,  we segregate them, exclude them, resent them, hate them, detain them, humiliate them, defile them, dehumanise them, even murder them.  If not, we stripped them of their human dignity and treat them as non-humans. As persons who are abhorrent  to nature and to human nature. We smother their freedom, their liberty to express who they really are. 

Indeed, we treat them with contempt - not compassion. And, at times,   when we think we are performing   some act of great generosity, we often are feeding our sense of superiority and self-righteousness. When , indeed, we should reach out to the other person who may be in need as an equal - just another human being facing the same joys and sorrows of life that will end some day. To recognise  that deep insider, we both remain   the same two vulnerable human beings.

Yet, pride  also convinces us that the other is a threat to our own identities, to our own culture and ways of life. Pride works on our deepest fears that if we show compassion and accept those who we perceive as different than us, we may be changed into someone else. We might also fear that in speaking against the oppression of others, we may discover that we are also one of them. And, that our hate and resentment was actually coming from our own inadequacies and doubts about our own identities.

But many also resort to minding their own business and hoping that the nightmare will disappear on its own. They retreat in a cowardly silence as they perceive injustice around them but still  choose to pretend nothing is taking place.

This silence, not borne out of wisdom, but out of indifference and apathy. A silence, not borne out of compassion, but one borne out of pride and self-righteousness. A silence of inflated self-pride that crushes the souls of those who challenge its authority. Those who are happy living alternative ways. Those who see things differently. Those who speak from the mind and heart.

Those who really want to listen and to  understand. Those who genuinely seek to be compassionate and authentic to who they are. Those who are crushed by the forces of hegemony and an imposed normality, materialism, consumerism and hedonism.

We are, thus, left out from society. Not because we are different but because society thinks we are wrong in so many ways. We are the odd ones because we are not accounted for. We are thought to be of less value - like an inferior product. 

Even if  it’s hard, we must keep together. Even if it means we are alone. We owe it to ourselves to be authentic. To be true to our beings.

We must refuse to conform!

I know, I am one.

Sunday, March 2, 2014

A Carnival of Life - The Tragedy

Here in Malta and in other parts of the world, people are celebrating carnival. Many claim that they enjoy this feast as It provides them the opportunity to let off stress and act in foolish ways - or get a laugh at the expense of others. Sadly, perhaps, I never liked carnival - no matter the hype.


I note that the fact that I am physically different than the norm makes me feel uneasy when I think that my walk, as a child, would be mistaken for a sketch from that Monty Python sketch ”Ministry of Silly Walks - which I admit is hilarious. Yet, it’s not that much of a joke if the joke is on you. And, that is perhaps carnival is upsetting.


For while it temporarily subverse the social order, it also permts those in authority to keep their power - not so different than the way ancient Rome organised large-scale entertainment to keep the people happy and their mouth full with food and wine. Of course, it’s good to have a rest from life and not take life or yourself too seriously. A thing that you’ll probably thinking about me right now.


However, as I try to keep away from the carnival and all the follies that it stands for, I cant help thinking that carnival is like life…


Don’t we pretend to be someone else to look good or to score social points or get a better career?


Don’t we deceive others, at times, to get what we want or to flee from trouble or of taking responsibility over our own actions?


Does our society encourage us to conform to its values and likes and, thus, smothering our freedom to be ourselves?


Are not the new distractions of social media encouraging us to become more impulsive in our words and actions?


Are they encouraging us to act in ways to please others and gain attention - whether it’s positive or negative?

Have  the masks we are encouraged to wear become so part of how we present ourselves to  the world that we forgot who we are?

Then again, do we know who we are? Or we even haven’t taken the time to ask and reflect about our life and about who we are?

Are we strangers to our own selves?



The last question may be the hardest one to answer. The fact that we owe it to ourselves to know who we really are and what we believe in. Even if we may be unable to do much for others, we would have taken the first step and started removing our mask and discover our authentic beings.


It’s then, and only then, when we remove the trappings of a pride that is fearful of

discovering the value of others and the beauty of being human ...


with all our  limitations... -

with all our  strengths...


with all our compassion...


Our potential to make a positive change to the world and to the every day of others who we may never know. 

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Saturday, January 11, 2014

Conquering the Fear of Change

I can’t deny that the holidays were a source of reflection and an opportunity for me to reassess my priorities in life. I don’t believe in new year resolutions because I feel from experience, I rarely kept them for longer than a week and then returned to my old ways. 

Even if the year itself has only meaning within human societies, new year’s was just like any other day before or after it. Having said that,I think that the holiday season leading to new year’s day offer us a chance of real change and renewal. I feel that 2014 is a year where I will work to address the things that keep me chained to my past and get back in control over my life and work.

I am being vague. I know, but it would be premature to announce anything to the world before I’m sure of my decision.

For sure, I may need to change many of the priorities I had in the years prior to 2014 and perhaps devote more time to a new way of doing activism. I may need to rethink how I want to live in life and to be clearer about my values and ethics as an individual. I embark into 2014 with some satisfaction I had when I finally self-published my eBook “Zone Mind”. Yet, my initial joy didn’t last long as I didn’t know whether to promote this work or not. If it was really shallow and against the spirit for which I have started this blog ZoneMind in the first place. 

I feared that I wasn’t being authentic once again. That the desire for attention caught me into its delusive grip. Once again.

That, perhaps, I still believed I was better than the rest when I was not. A feeling of emptiness when you realise that the life you thought conquered is still there, active on an unconscious level that becomes comes back to haunt me.

I want to change but I fear change. I want to follow what my heart and mind are telling me but I am still clinging to a comfort zone that prevents me from taking the next step.

 The risk is that in staying in my current position will continue to cause me dissatisfaction and, whether we want it or not, reality will catch up with us without usbeing prepared.

 One day, my life will end. The current concerns that haunt me today will seem absurd and a waste of useless worry. We are nothing In this universe but we must be responsible for our own futures.

I must take that responsibility even if change can be painful and yet, essential for me to grow.


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Wednesday, December 25, 2013

A Holiday Meditation on Peace, Happiness and Compassion

Wishful Thinking

I know that many of you may be busy this holiday season. I am sure that many of you are busy visiting family and friends. I'm writing this on December 25, so I assume that you have already exchanged your gifts with your family and loved ones. As I'm having a rather quiet Christmas Day, I had some time to reflect on what this season means to me.
I think that the holidays were kind of magical when I was a kid. Sadly, I stopped believing in Father Christmas when I was very young and I guess that I wanted to believe in him just because he brought me all the toys I wanted if I behaved myself. I thought that getting a new toy or the gift I have campaigned all year to get would bring me happiness. But, like all children, I played with th object of my desire for days but then, after les than a month, it would probably end up with my collection of unwanted things - with few exceptions. 
As adults,we pride ourselves as having outgrown our childhood ways. But have we really?
Our objects of desire may be more sophisticated and probably more expensive. They might not be even objects but positions and titles. We want money and prestige in most cases. Yet, as adults, we hold the belief that money will bring us that happiness that we seek. Happiness that is really disguised greed and envy. It's not enough to have food on our table and to have a roof over our head or have a family. We aren't satisfied with what we have but we want more.  We are dissatisfied with our lives not because they lack things but because we want things to be just perfect. Instead of appreciating the present moment, we are absorbed in selfish desire.
Unfortunately, our acts of "charity" we are  so often reminded of during these times appear to enforce this idea that money and wealth will bring happiness to others. Of course, money can go a long way to improve the quality gf life of those who are living in poverty or who have been denied  opportunities in life due to circumstances or because of wrong choices they might have made.
While we may be comfortable to give away money for charity to quiet our conscience, how many of us are ready to reach out to those in need at an equal level. How many of us are ready to volunteer to help without making the world knowing of our acts of generosity? How many mistake pity for charity, or patronising someone we deem less than us for compassion?
Yes, I admit that the holiday season brings back good as well as painful memories. As a disabled person, I have seen too many charity telethons were people who are different or are facing difficult times become exploited by some, not all, charity fund raisers. How much the media and parts of the public appear to perversely enjoy in listening to  stories of tragedy allegedly caused by bad luck?
Have we ever thought that many of the social problems around us are often caused by social injustice and an economical system that often encourages waste and excesses, competition and impulsiveness? 
Do we take the time to stop and reflect on what we are doing? Or reflect on where we are going?
Will the promises and new year resolutions we make for 2014 last longer than the 2nd January? 
Will we go on wasting and ruining our planet because we believe that our planet is immortal?
Will we close our minds and hearts and minds to the suffering of others once the holidays are over?
Will we change for the better or remain the same… leading the same life… a life where we are always seekin but never finding happiness?
Just look around and take a deep breath.
Tell me what do you feel?
Enjoy the holiday season - or what remains of it!
May the spirit of peace and compassion be with you for all the days of your life!
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Sunday, December 15, 2013

Go Well, Madiba…


Photo of Nelson Mandela smiling I was listening to Nelson Mandela’s funeral service , also known by his tribal name, "Madiba". As I listened to the BBC broadcast, I felt something touched me deep inside.

I came to know about  Mandela and his struggle to end the unjust apartheid system when I was still a boy. I already felt that this man had something to teach me. Yet, it was only after reading his auto-biography entitled "Long Walk to Freedom" did I understand how Mandela's experience was similar to my own in many ways. 

True, I'm not black but the experience of apartheid I could relate to. Being brought up in a society that looks at us, people with impairments, as if we were “abnormal” and had to be “normalized” wasn't that dissimilar than the experience of the black majority under the apartheid system where they had to accept their inferior status. And, let’s face it, the “ideal” person in Western culture tends to be white, straight and non-disabled and, of course a man!

Up until this month , I didn't know much or, I admit, care, about Mandela that much. Yet, as I remember his real story, I realize how much I have in common with the man. Not, in any way, can I claim to have his leadership or believe I can achieved what he has achieved over the course of his life.

On the other hand, I can relate to his experience of segregation. As I recall how many civil rights black South Africans were denied or, else, how they were segregated on the grounds of their skin color,

I share in the feeling of being excluded or put apart as an inferior member of society - my own society! Not because of the colour of my skin but because my body seems to challenge the unconscious belief in a perfection.</>

Like the black South African who was denied equal access to some buildings, I am similarly denied access because I use a wheelchair and those who designed the building assumed everyone could climb stairs. How many years I have been denied access to public transport because, again, I use a wheelchair and those who had designed the buses never thought that I may want to travel as well. And, in the last years, I also face the barriers to information as a visually impaired adult in a world still so visually-oriented.

Worse still, is the fact that as the black South African was made to feel inferior to the white man, I am still made to feel, at times, that my value as a human being is diminished because my impairments make me less human.

In a sense, people tend to adopt extreme positions when it comes to difference. I have been perceived as a victim of tragedy and, at the same time, as a man who “overcame” his impairments. In both cases, those who don’t know me seem to be unable to look at me as an ordinary human being.

In praising Mandela as a person, many people have elevated him almost to the status of a holy man, described him as a pacifist, if not a saint.

The truth about Mandela’s life is that , like any other person, he committed mistakes - the reason he was on trial decades ago - for acts of sabotage and conspiring against the apartheid rule of the time which could have cost him and his fellow comrades of the African National Congress (ANC) the death penalty. True, he was a man of conviction and as he stated in his trial, which drew the attention of the world for the first time, he was “prepared to die” to see black Africans free. His early acts were, undeniably, less than pacifist.

True, he saw the need for white and black Africans to reconcile their differences. Yet, this could only be achieved after the unjust apartheid system was brought down an then, was the peace and reconciliation with the white minority become a possibility.

Glossing over this whole story and, as has been done in recent days, transform Mandela’s life into some kind of fairy tale misses the whole point of his life and his struggle to achieve equality between the white and the black South African. His struggle to make everyone in South Africa free from the shackles of an unfair apartheid system.

That’s why we should remember Mandela not as some abstract ideal man but as the man who fought against injustice. We should remember Mandela, indeed, for his humanity!

I can’t say that I can fully understand the impact this man had on the people of South Africa. Yet, I can relate to him as a man of convictions who achieved his goal of freeing his people from oppression. And yet, even if the battle to bring down apartheid has been fought and won, there’s still injustice in the world were the victims remain those who happen to be different.

We can keep the spirit of Mandela alight to remind us that each of us can do our part to change the world and bring about the equality and freedom that some still are denied to this day.

I end this entry here and, borrowing from what they say in South Africa I say:

Go well, Madiba!


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Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Forever Young

Feeling Older at 32…

When we start getting older, we start longing for the times when we were younger and healthier than we are today. Especially, when you realise that you have changed a lot since your childhood and when you know that those times will never come back.

I am just 32, I know, but my body feels much older than that. Ironic, if you consider that when people who don't know me see me on a wheelchair, they talk to me as if I was a child!
I confess, being treated as a child has always affected how I view myself. It doesn't help that I have a small stature and that my voice has never really cracked which means, yes, that over the phone I am often mistaken for a woman!.

Like A Voice in the Desert

I wonder whether my struggle to express who I am stems from a need to be, no longer, an outsider, a stranger - almost an alien. To this day, I remain feeling like the "other". A man who isn't quite a man. In many ways, I don't know how to define myself as there are so many ways by which I can define myself but nothing that fits.

Yet, I think, that deep inside, there's still part of me who is still the same child. The boy who dreamed of a future where he could be whoever he wanted to be. And, while that child has grown up and gained different experiences, that young dreamer still remains and he reflects on his adult self....

A child may dream of becoming anything he or she wants to be. As s/he grows, a cynical world crushes these dreams. But, I ask, is it that bad to keep the hope in a better world for everyone alive in spite of what the world says?

A Short Reflection...

Nobody can forbid us from dreaming. Nobody can force us not to hope. Nobody can make us act harmfully. We are the ones who choose our miseries.

What next?

I know that I need to do my part in this only life I've got. The question is whether I'm up to the challenge and,n in spite of what the world says, employ the experience and wisdom I have gained and have the courage to be forever young and believe that only if we believe in truth, justice and compassion, will we ever save our human family! .
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