We are living some really uncertain times. Things seem to be moving ever faster and troubling events look like they’re taking place on a daily basis now. We don’t longer know were exactly were’re heading and what our own future will be like. With climate change being more and more of a thing and talks about WWIII are something commonplace, we feel a sort of unease in the air; a sense of slowly losing control of the situation with only a flicker of hope keeping us properly functioning in reality.
ISIS is now the world’s enemy, and relatively peaceful armies are once again beginning to move on the world map. People are fleeing in the wake of conflict and seek refuge within countries which took it upon themselves to rid them of this terrible plight. People whose entire lives have been shattered in mere moments by the sound of explosions, screaming and the sight of death, are now seeking refuge with their saviors. We who can still go to sleep in our own beds, close our eyes and slowly rid ourselves of these heart-crushing and mind-numbing thoughts, can’t even begin to imagine what actually waking up in utter desperation and hell is like. We simply can’t.
Our worst nightmares coming to life before our very eyes, and a sort of numbness swallowing us from the knees up as we try to make sense of what we thought was reality just moments earlier. These people seek nothing else but to survive; to escape as far as they can the sheer terror of uncertainty and the sense of inevitability. They want to forget these thoughts as easy as the rest of us do. And can you blame them? It makes perfect sense. Entry-point countries can’t be the only ones taking up the banner of responsibility on this, while the more developed and diplomatic countries just stand there and watch. They are the most capable of making this world a better place and we all thank them for doing so.
Many of these unfortunate and wandering exiles may as well be highly religious, even so to an extremist fault. But is that so far-fetched? Western culture wasn’t so different, not that long ago. Cultures evolve under the right circumstances, we just have to give them the time and opportunity to do so. You wouldn’t judge a child by his actions, especially if you consider yourself a responsible adult with a larger sense of understanding. You help him grow up and mature like you did, by offering him a lot of patience and acceptance. Some do deserve a correction, there’s no denying it; it also applies to children, but it should be in the sense of education, not punishment and abuse with no visible end in sight.
We’re all human after all. We’re just a bit different in our minds and beliefs, that’s all. And we should embrace those differences because there aren’t so many varieties of us out there. Not in the grand scheme of things. We all live on a tiny speck of dust in the middle of nowhere, with nothing in sight remotely resembling anything we know as “real, everyday life”. The sooner we realize we have to work together and not punish each other, the sooner it will be better for all of us. The world as we know it is made up of every single person, not just one single part. Fear and suffering can only be a transition period if we want to believe them to be.
It is a hard journey ahead of us, there’s no denying it, but so is raising a child to be the best that he can be. We shouldn’t hate and fear each other, because in the end we’re all one small family, stranded on an “island” in the middle of infinity. We have to hold each other up and face the vastness of the unknown side by side while holding our heads up, because there doesn’t seem to be anyone else out there to do it with us. We are all alone and only have each other.
We now leave you here with a famous quote from astronaut Edgar Dean Mitchell who described what he’d seen and felt when he saw Earth from the Moon:
“You develop an instant global consciousness, a people orientation, an intense dissatisfaction with the state of the world, and a compulsion to do something about it. From out there on the moon, international politics look so petty. You want to grab a politician by the scruff of the neck and drag him a quarter of a million miles out and say, ‘Look at that, you son of a bitch.”