Life in MegaPixels

I received a very disturbing email from Mungkey today. It was a forwarded email campaign to support a blog called two million dollar baby that says:

This is just disturbing people, and I do hope you would mind and read this journal. The people involved in this journal are planning to abort a baby, their baby– unless you answer their poll: they reasoned that they could support the child, so they might choose to abort the  baby.  They called the child the twomilliondollarbaby, which is not very amusing.

Please reserve your 10 seconds of internet time and tell others about this story. An unborn baby’s life is in jeopardy. Rally everyone to save a life.

I cannot help but share my opinion publicly on this matter.  My initial reaction was more of genuine compassion and pity. I feel for the troubled teenagers. I feel for the child in her womb. I can almost feel her knees wobbling out of fear and anxiety.  It is not a very easy situation to be in and definitely one that you and I would not like to experience at any point in our lives.

However, setting up a blog to entrust the fate of an unborn fetus to public scrutiny is a totally different matter. It posed for me a question on morality: while the act of saving a life through whatever means possible is a noble and respectable deed, is it morally correct to risk a child’s life for a price tag? For the compassionate souls who were moved by this story, is it morally correct to help save a life while contributing to a certain degree of extortion?

I tried to process all these information in my head, and believe me, it tugged at my heart to realize how awfully selfish and insanely inhuman this act of treachery and connivance could be.  While I am amused at how far the couple would go to raise money for the kid’s future,  I feel saddened and angered by the fact that they are actually using a poor innocent life to blackmail and abuse the genuinely generous hearts of other people reading their blog, in their pursuit for financial freedom from raising a kid, that is a consequence of their irresponsible actions.  Clearly, this is extortion masquerading as a cause at all angles.

As much as I would like to commend the couple for their creatively, I feel guilty that I am part of the world today that is shaping the future tomorrow.  If kids today have judgment that is as flawed and twisted as these couples’, what else can we expect from our future?

Indeed, this situation poses a serious threat to morality. And so I dare leave you with this question -  where have our values gone?

Life has a cruel way of pulling you down. I’m at this point in my life where I feel a sense of uncertainty looming over me. I’ve always been in control, but sadly, there are things that are just beyond my grasp right now… This stage I’m in, sucks big time but I know things happen for a reason. I’ve always held on to the fact that God never closes a door without opening a window. I know there’s something out there waiting to happen, and I just have to find it.

This feeling of uncertainty, of falling out… it’s really weighing me down. But I guess somehow, I have to let it go. If only to save my sanity. At some point, I questioned myself. What did I do, or what didn’t I do? But then my rational side kicks in — there’s no point wallowing in self-pity. I know in my heart, I did what I could and that’s all that matters.

I do not wish for pain and vengeance, only closure. I will have it, conversation or no conversation. Money is the root of all evil and lunacy is a cross some people have to carry all their lives. I pity not me. I read somewhere that in this life, some people are used as instruments to inflict so much pain on others because they are destined to experience much worse. I believe in the Karmic Rule although I don’t wish it upon anyone.

Everyone deserves to be happy. I will be. Not out of the circumstances I’m in, but maybe of the things that could come out of this. Happiness is not a consequence. It is from the heart. I have to open up my heart to change to truly experience happiness is it’s purest form.

Come to think of it, God truly puts things in the right place before He hits you with a whip. It hurts like hell, but it keeps me on my toes, ready to conquer the world again after a fall.