Boy have we got it easy. People, including this monkey, are quick to say Australia is the best place in the world to live. I tend to agree wholeheartedly, but when you begin to realise that LIVING isn’t about cruising through life with the comfort of a couch, that in fact a rich life often involves suffering and compromise. One begins to realise that in Australia, sometimes we aren’t living at all.
As we fall into the clutches of mediocrity, we might question our existence and ponder . . . what is living? What sets my soul on fire and starts up that bonfire in my belly . . . the one that frees me from mediocrity.
Last week we looked into Cuban prostitution, this week its into Cuba’s youth boxing program, into the belly of Castro’s Cuba. Three kids, one goal. At the end of the day the two are not so different, both requiring you to put your body on the line for the dream of some kind of freedom and control in your life.
Look into these kid’s eyes and tell me that they don’t gleam with passion. Tell me that even though they are living in horrible conditions, under the thumb of a tyrant, that they are not LIVING.
It seems that the human soul requires the conditions of persecution to truly come alive.
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