What is wrong with us?

What the hell is wrong with people?

I was going home from a family reunion last night, but I didn't quite feel sleepy. In fact, all I wanted to do was surf the 'net all night.

Then, my parents, wanting me to sleep, forced me to close the laptop, and "go to sleep."

Of course, I didn't do that quite yet. I went into my room, texted a little, then turned on the TV. I was browsing through the channels, when I remembered The History Channel had some good shows, by 11, or 12. So I decided to watch whatever was there, since I thought, I've got nothing better to do anyway.

What was showing there that night was this History Channel special, the Best of 2010. That night, it was on this guy named P. Ramlee. Of course, I got interested, because I kept on seeing the show on commercials, and always wanted to watch it, but never got the chance. So here was my chance, and I started watching it.

So I'll just give you a summary of what I watched.

P. Ramlee was a Malay director, actor, and singer, who was famous in Malaysia in the '50s and early '60s. He directed so many blockbuster films, acted in them, and even sang the soundtracks in them. I was impressed. He had everything. Then, at the height of his popularity, people started getting jealous of his talents, and started trying everything to discredit him, to bring him down. But still, he made amazing movies, and nobody could argue with success.

Then foreign movies and foreign singers came to Malaysia. He suddenly found himself outdated. The people who were jealous of him now went for the kill. He lost all of his positions, as an actor, as a director, and as a singer. People started calling him a has been. He suddenly became broke, and he had to work at a Mahjong place to make ends meet.

He desperately wanted to make himself a new film, but nobody wanted to give him money. He was broke, and could barely put food on his family's table. He tried numerous times, but failed.

Then, as he tried one more time, he had a heart attack, and died at age 44.

Suddenly, everybody who tried to bring him down, and discredit him, were suddenly mourning his death, and saying so many good things about him.

Then I realized something.

We shouldn't say those good things to people, appreciate them when they're dead. It has no point anymore at that time. He can't hear what we say (as far as we know. Haha.), or be helped by us.

That's what I think is wrong with us.

We kick people while they're down, we discredit them, we call them horrible things, and we don't help them at all. Then when they're gone, we suddenly put on a new face, that of a mourner, who was trying to help the person all along before they die.

That, I think, is one of the worst things about us humans. (most of us.)

We should all change that attitude. We don't know what we had, 'til it's gone, and all we can do is reminisce about that thing we lost.

That's all for now, and stay tuned, for my next post. :DDD