The diseases of the world (Kafka Syndrome)
A countdown has begun, the numbers are running wild.
A bomb is about to go off in the world's head.
Maybe it was intolerance, maybe lack of humanism, maybe lack of respect.
The collective negligence that increasingly contaminates humans cannot be explained.
The misfortunes today are stamped on the most flashy windows, propagating the ungodly side of man: Murders, tragedies, scandals, crimes of various types, lead the covers of the headlines.
We see, hear and read the same news every day, and the worst thing is that we get used to them.
How would it feel to witness good news?
An advance in medicine, bringing a cure for a malignant disease, a peace agreement, definitively ending wars, the positive result of a campaign, freeing poor countries from hunger and neglect, the discovery of an ancient manuscript bringing a message of light.
I wish good news could come out now.
How much money is wasted!
The greedy are not content with little, they always want more, they don't care about others, they don't care about the pain of the world.
The most important thing is to sustain a life of luxuries and appearances.
Create a small world covered by a crystal dome and be indifferent to the diseases of the outside world.
There are few rulers in the world who really care about their people.
Many rulers would rather wage wars and destroy people's lives than build hospitals and schools and give their people a more dignified life.
The miserable, or the hungry of the world, and hungry not only for lack of food, but for lack of education, medicine, choice, opportunity, freedom, justice, attention.
What's the point of filling your belly one day, and dying of a fever the next, or simply exploding with a bomb.
No!! It's just common news.
Why care about it?
It's the return of "Panem et Circenses"
The arenas are spread across the globe, spreading a vast suffering and neglect.
The world's hungry are like Gregory, the main character in Franz Kafka's masterpiece, The Metamorphosis, which tells the story of a human who wakes up from a horrible nightmare to find himself transformed into a cockroach.
At first, his parents and sister desperately try to help him.
The father locks him in a room, the sister takes him food, the mother, because she cannot stand the child's disgusting appearance, tries to avoid him.
Gregory, even being in the form of a cockroach, continues to have the same feelings as a human, and he suffered, with the neglect of his family.
Even living locked up in a room, Gregory hopes that one day he will be human again, and in this illusion, he finds small pleasures, the greatest of which is listening to the conversation of his family members, when they are gathered for dinner.
Time passes and Gregory doesn't become human, and little by little his family forgets about him.
He continues to eat leftovers, the room he lives in is no longer clean, little by little the gigantic insect disappears into the darkness.
One day, the door of the room, due to the maid's carelessness, opened, and Gregory, bored of that small world, decides to leave.
When he put his head out, he was surprised by his mother's terror, seeing him in that hideous form, and by his father's wrath, who in his fury began to throw apples at his son.
Gregory was hit, brutally wounding himself.
Frail and helpless, he returned to his prison.
A few more weeks went by, and no one in the house had spoken about what had happened, until one day, they were surprised by the silence that had ensued.
They no longer heard the noise Gregorio made when he ate his vegetables, nor the noise he made when he was hanging from the ceiling.
After the suspense, the maid took the initiative to open the bedroom door.
As the door opened, a fetid odor of rotting food wafted through the air, and as the first rays of sunlight entered, the silence was broken with a thunderous cry of joy.
Gregory was dead, his withered body lying on the ground.
Gregory's parents and sister were relieved to have been relieved of that burden, and without wasting time, the maid immediately started to clean up the mess, as if nothing had happened.
Here in reality, this is worse, simply because here, the hungry of the world do not need to turn into cockroaches to be forgotten or despised, they just have to be human.
This epidemic, this cholera that is increasingly permeating our world, will only be cured when the vaccines of love and compassion are applied with mutual doses of goodwill, generosity and kindness, but I believe that this will take a long time to happen or maybe this will never happen.
Our world is getting sicker and sicker and people are getting more and more intolerant and selfish.
Perhaps it would be better to undergo a metamorphosis.
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