November 17th, 2011
Getting one's soul back and Losing one's soul
I watched this kid on television his name is Bastian and he appeared on this humorists contest called Roman Coliseum. He is a disabled boy who was in for a shot.
At first and before he even started his routine, I thought that it had been a bad idea to bring someone like him to the show taking into account that he was going to have an unfair disadvantage against other contestants. Nonetheless, the very first lesson I was exposed to, which I had been trying to learn for a while though it flat-out fails to sink in, has to do with never judging a book by its cover.
Eventually, he presented his jokes and routine and I told myself words that I cannot even put down on paper even when I strive to do so. I am and was moved to tears by what he did. He is everything that is good with the world nowadays, he is the best that a country like this has got, and he is everything one could possibly want to be. He inspires. He lacks so many things, those that common people have, yet he oozes the one feature that really matters in the end and that is humanity, something lost among common citizens.
One of the reasons he inspires so deeply is because one does not feel pity for him but blatant and utter admiration on account of the fact that he is really good at what he does. He makes people laugh and he does it wonderfully, a tough challenge even for regular healthy confident people.
So on a night like this one and having in mind the fierce rat race we face daily, I must certainly thank this kind kid. He gave me back, at least for a day, something I had deemed lost, something, these days is as unlikely as contacting a dead beloved relative, to swiftly feel back, and that's my beaten, hidden, longed sensitivity.