Responding to LK’s comment on my previous post – as well as this one. Hmmm. My ‘evolution’ can be explained simply. Most of what I believed in as a boy, even as a young adult, has changed. It has changed dramatically since I came to NY – and US. However, a big turning point was when I lost my dad in ’89. It seemed no amount of praying, pleading, and having faith in the system that produces ‘professionals’ – otherwise known as doctors – could save him.
On the other hand, I’ve been extremely lucky. I was a few inches away from getting run over by an 18-wheeler when I was 6-7, running after a soccer ball. I was saved from being in harms way many more times. That list is pretty long. Makes me think twice about dismissing the great design of things. Pure coincidence, some would say. Perhaps. No way of knowing that. You’re right, LK, lucky and unlucky on a seesaw is how things have been jogging along. Luck kicked ass when someone clicked the ‘Next’ button a year ago. 
No human could’ve planned what happened afterwards.
My culture plays, played rather, a big role in how I perceived life. Narrow minded people, relatives, friends made things difficult to have an open mind. Even in a developing country as Bangladesh is constantly battling with the idea of who should really represent the nation. Class divide is alive and well. People with light complexion fair far better than dark skinned brothers and sisters. Religion is used to paralyze free thinking. Entering dark territory…
…and off on a tangent again. The difference between my belief as a young boy and now is: I understand better that giving a shit about stuff doesn’t necessarily make me a better person.
