Recently, I just finished

watching Prison Playbook which

is a serial drama about the lives

behind bars with tears and

laughter. The main character is

a promising baseball player.

However, in order to save his

younger sister from a sexual

assault, he accidentally killed

the non-penetration. He is sentenced to one year in prison. At the peak of his life, he suddenly falls into the abyss. He feels deeply regretful, but there’s no one to blame. If he could choose, he would still choose to save his sister.

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                                                           His story is like our capricious                                                           lives. When we are working hard as                                                         always, yet life just strikes you into the                                                     darkest darkness indifferently, “why did                                                   it have to be me?” we can’t help                                                               wondering. This question is also written                                                   in the lyric of one of the original                                                                 soundtracks in this drama. When it                                                           plays the song, the melody makes me have a connection with those prisoners’ feelings. Some of them are regretting everyday and wanting to start a new life, others are simply trying to get out of the prison and regardless of what they have done before, and the others are innocence who are forced or threatened to be in prison. For those who haven’t done anything wrong, “Please have mercy! Oh, God!” the song sings out their voices. They yell to God for his forgiveness, but they can’t find any ways out of this hell. Although the old saying says God helps those who help themselves, there is still somewhere that justice can’t reach but only is full of despair. “Please, have mercy!”even me is much moved by their pitiful stories as well and want to beg for them from my heart.

         

         Nonetheless, except for immersing ourselves in hopelessness, what can we do? 

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         From my own

perspective, I think is to 

believe. We have to believe it

would be better tomorrow,

until we don’t have anymore

strength to believe. This is the

only thing we can do in the

endless torture. I think of a

sentence said by Hemingway

and is also cited in a movie

called Seven “The world is a fine place and worth fighting for.” In the movie, a police officer said he only agree with second part of it, and what he said resonates powerfully with me. The world can’t be a fine place; nevertheless, we still have to fight for making it a better place. Just like the hero in this drama, in spite of being through numerous sufferings, he still plucks up his courage and face the music. I hope one day the world can really become a better place.