It’s like the matrix is unfolding right before my eyes. As usual, another thought struck me early this morning when I heard something on TV. It was Arnold Clavio, saying very solemnly about the death statistics of mothers giving birth. He said that 10 mothers die of childbirth every day. And he said it like it’s the saddest thing that could possibly happen to anyone.
I’m probably bordering on insensitivity here, even hostility, but I suddenly asked myself why we’re so affected by the everyday number of death of people. It’s natural, people die. And people are born. Not that Arnold Clavio would ask me but the birth rate in the Philippines is 26.42 births/1,000 population as opposed to the death rate of 5.15 deaths/1,000 population.
I know they (media) just became “concerned” about the death statistics of mothers because it’s Mother’s Day, but if they’re going to go berserk over statistics, consider both sides first. And consider the condition of those mothers giving birth every day without proper nutrition or shelter.
And okay, so what if people get concerned and touched by the notion that mothers should live after childbirth, what do they want to happen? Save everyone? Prevent us all from dying? What next, overpopulate the earth and speed up Doomsday?
I suddenly found all campaigns for fighting different reasons for death, futile, especially those concerning illnesses. It dawned on me that they have no logical reason for their campaigns. Fight cancer. And live forever? Suddenly, everything is a puzzle. We’re only doing this for profit, emotional and financial. Taking care of yourself is logical. But campaigning against disease like it’s not going to happen, EVER, is not.
Because in the end, death eventually gets its way; sneaks up on us on our most vulnerable moment and yells at us, “Aha! Got you!”
