Is It Naive?I don't know how to go about it, but lately I've been giving this much thought.
The reason why is because for the past three weeks I haven't eaten much; I'm used to eating a small breakfast, a lunch and dinner. In the past two weeks, I've eaten only rather small dinners and whatever I got my hands on. The reasons vary between forgetfulness, being too busy and the fact that I am broke.
The result was that about ten days ago, after a week of eating very little, I went about three days without eating; by the third night the pain was incredible. It was as if someone had punched a hole between my ribs and was slowly pulling my guts out. I had never felt anything like that in my life. Up to now I've lived a pretty sheltered life and I've never really suffered hunger. I've always had a roof over my head and I've had many opportunities to travel and see places. Therefore, I feel a little patronising in speaking about hunger; this is just my experience.
My body still remembers that feeling of that hunger; walking around and seeing food everywhere, a fire raging inside me, my limbs trembling, my head swaying like a balloon in the wind. I remember passing in front of a restaurant and there were two ladies sitting at a table, chatting peacefully and waiting for their meal to arrive. All I saw was a bread basket in the middle of the table. I seriously considered grabbing it and running. I was blinded by my hunger.
Finally, two hours later, after turning my house upside down, I managed to gather a little change and ran towards the first pizza take out place I could find. The taste of that pizza was like heaven. It was the most delicious thing I had ever tasted.
After I frantically devoured my meal, I got thinking: if that had been only a short period of time, how would it have felt to go months like that? I think in that moment I realised how fortunate I am and how important it is as a human being to help the fight against that pain. After my meal, I remember thinking 'Never again' and felt so relieved I had finally quieted the beast that was my stomach. I would never wish that pain on anyone. Not only is it extremely painful, it's like a temporary madness takes over your brain: I can easily imagine one wouldn't care if they trampled over their own brother if it meant they could get their hands on something to eat. You really don't care about anything else but satisfying your hunger.
I really can't imagine how some people can manage to live without eating and I don't want to. In two weeks I am relocating to a bigger city, and once I am there I am going to enter a volunteer program that involves feeding homeless and poor people. It's incredible that anyone would be willing to live ignoring such pain. I am ashamed to say that before this experience I was one of those self-involved people, but if I've seen the light, maybe we can convince more and more people that this is a very important problem.
Life is short and it happens only once (or so we think) and yes, one should care for themselves and find whatever makes them happy, but life can't be just about that right? How can anyone live a comfortable life without caring that thousands are starving? I know I can't. Weather it's animals or people, I will always try my best to fight hunger.