“In classical Greek mythology, Pandora was the first woman on Earth. Zeus ordered Hephaestus to create her, which he did, using water and earth. The gods endowed her with many gifts: Athena clothed her, Aphrodite gave her beauty, Apollo gave her musical ability, and Hermes gave her speech.
When Prometheus stole fire from heaven, Zeus took vengeance [on mankind] by presenting Pandora to Prometheus’ brother Epimetheus. Pandora was given a wedding gift of a beautiful jar, with instructions to not open it under any circumstance. Impelled by her curiosity (given to her by the gods) Pandora opened it and all evil contained therein escaped and spread over the earth. She hastened to close the container, but the whole contents had escaped; Apate and all the others, except for one thing that lay at the bottom – the Spirit of Hope, named Elpis…”
Taken from Wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pandora’s_box
I am reminded of this story when all I see around me is evil and sadness. I posted a status update with the very shortened version of the story of Pandora’s Box and I pretty much said that people were going to continue to wreak havoc on the world but would not destroy themselves completely because they still had hope; the hope that the evils of the world could not touch them or the hope that tomorrow things would be better.
I received a few comments in response filled with positivity. My wall and newsfeed, although peppered with news of the sadness of yet another Malaysian Airline flight going down and the continued fighting in Gaza, was full of happy people. There were proud parents, pictures of beautiful art, quotes that made life seem wonderful , photographs of waterfalls and sunsets, wins in cricket and a whole host of other ‘good’ things.
It is hopeful, it’s in our nature to be hopeful otherwise, with all the pain and sorrow we see in the world around us, why would we bother going on? But today, I’m wondering whether Zeus, up there, on Mount Olympus is laughing heartily at it all. “Look at those silly little mortals! Look at them destroy each other and then get back up and keep going!” Oh, the humiliation!
Today I’m angry that the rest of the world is not angrier. If we could just pull together, work together to solve the world’s problems (which, incidentally, is not that hard when you put ego and borders and world debt aside) and hold up one big, gigantic middle finger to Zeus, up there, wouldn’t it just be wonderful?
I’m doing small things, in my way; little acts of kindness that barely need mentioning; a smile there, a donation here, a wild goose chase to find an orphanage there, (another story!) but how much can we do as individuals? I’m just such a tiny drop in the ocean and the ocean is so huge, ruled over by Poseidon and his corrupt cronies, that I feel like I’m drowning!
Oh well, best to keep swimming, I suppose!
There’s always tomorrow and there’s always hope.