Uncomfortably Numb

I was told by someone the other day that my worth is what I value in dollars. I was told that whatever I have worked for and whatever I have achieved is worthless. I was told that it's my failure that people don't shower me with their affection by giving me suitcases filled with money. I was told that love loyalty and the relations of blood are nothing if they don't have euros in the offering. That someone has hurt me really deeply ... Again. I don't know how long I can stand this anymore. I don't even want to reply to these pathetic and loathsome thoughts which go against every thing taught by my mentors and the values which I believe to be present in every drop of my blood.

We as pakistanis are going through some pretty rough times not a day goes by when something even worse than the day before doesn't happen. Trying to make sense of this mess is equally disturbing resulting in confusion and all kinds of wild theories. It's very easy to point the finger at someone else and place the blame but complex issues such as what plague our country cannot have simple answers. The answers are intertwined with our history and can only be achieved through unbiased objective thinking. The term revolution is heard over and over again mounting to frustration that there isn't one happening in Pakistan any time soon which is ironically a blessing cause a revolution without a clear and well defined objective and without the proper education of the masses will be disastrous for Pakistan. Pakistani revolutionary movements tend to be highjacked by those who have their own agendas. It's the people who must spearhead the change no political party or organiz