I tend not to attempt expression of serious thought or sharing of poignant information on the internet due to the nature of the medium and its inherent vanity. It seems to amplify delusions of importance, in terms of ones own opinions versus those of others. That being said, today Ive been brought to tears while listening and reading about the surreal dystopian nightmare that is the Gaza Strip. It would be unrealistic for me to think that anything I do on an individual level could possibly have an impact on the situation, and so I end up questioning my motives for sharing an article like this, or sharing my views on the state-sponsored crisis. Since I can do nothing, am I sharing to raise awareness? Awareness of what? That there are horrific, nauseating acts of hatred and violence being perpetuated on a grand scale in all corners of the world at any given time? Surely its easier to not know, or to not think about these things. Why should we waste the tears if we cant do anything? Is that the line of thinking that the heads of western media employ when every report they publish is that of Israels anti-terrorist operation continues today, with further strikes against key Hamas locations or when they use a vaudeville hook to yank unbiased journalists away from the world stage? I think perhaps that I am sharing this article to help mitigate my share of the collective guilt of humanity. By allowing myself to think about these crises (why do they come to be? how could anyone agree with these actions?) maybe some part of my complacent being feels a little better to have my stomach turned at the pervasive pointlessness of hate. Take the time to think about why this is happening. There is no valid reason for this to happen. Today, in my thoughts, the idea of a soccer ball does not bring to mind the wake of the World Cup. I see a group of children playing on a beach getting wiped out of this stupid world by a missile. on repeat
Posted on: Fri, 18 Jul 2014 15:48:26 +0000