After a long absence, I've decided to return to the world of blogging.
Anger and disappointment were the reasons.
Although I loathe to inflict more pain on the Yau couple, I cannot help myself.
The Mayans predicted the end of the world to be on the 21st of December, 2012. So, it didn't happen. But that doesn't mean the end of the world is still far, far away. The world is not the safe haven we used to know.
Fear is fixated in our heads as we walk down secluded alleys; parents forbid their children from playing alone in playgrounds; we are instructed to see strangers in a suspicious light, and not give them the benefit of the doubt.
What has our world come to? More importantly, is it too late to make a difference?
A female medical student in New Delhi was gang-raped and has died of her injuries. A six-year-old boy was murdered mercilessly, leaving his parents and siblings heart-broken. Countless others have suffered and died, their names once chanted by the public, now long forgotten.
Who has the right to inflict pain on another being? God did not create living beings to see us waging war against each other, torturing fellow beings and rinsing the earth with innocent blood.
Let's not add to the murder count. Please stop this cold-blooded rampage. The end of the world is much nearer than we think.
