I do not understand anymore.
There is much happening in this world, my world. On a
world stage and within my inner circle as well. Things that I do not
understand, things that hurt and have left me stunned and wide-eyed and
holding back tears all at the same time.
In Sydney, innocent people were held hostage when they went
to get their morning coffee. In Pakistan, a school was attacked. Children were
murdered.
There is little or no tolerance for people who are considered different.
LGBT, have birth defects, are victims of war syndromes, abuse, slavery...there
is no tolerance. Religious or otherwise.
I sometimes feel my faith in humanity dwindling. I regret
the world I live in, the world my little girl will grow up in. I feel my temper
rise when I hear people make callous judgements on rape and abuse victims. I
felt my heart ache when I saw a loved one with a disease that meant no one
wanted to get too close. My soul feels heavy when I am part of a crowd of
people who rally together, to walk in silence, for a cause they believe in.
But these are big things.
I feel empty and hurt when in our own, daily lives – we take
each other for granted. We say and do things, we cannot take back or undo. We
act without thinking. Of consequences, of feelings, of people we supposedly care
about.
We do not stop to think.
No, I’m nowhere close to perfect. But that isn’t the point
and completely not where I’m going with any of this.
Yesterday, on a social media forum, we spoke about how the
Pakistan hockey team acted rather disgracefully after a win against rivals,
India. We also spoke about how the Indian spectators treated the Pakistan team
during the game. Again, disgraceful.
But what stayed with me after this online conversation, was
one comment - “they deserved more hostility”.
How, on any level, can this possibly be correct?
How can that be the way we think, or the way our brains are
conditioned to be?
I realized that it was more than just that conversation
about a hockey game. It is the way we have come to look at life, in our own
little spaces. With hostility.
Traffic, office
politics, family drama, when things generally don’t go our way.
We allow ourselves the excuse, that we are human.
This then slowly, collectively, as the human race we are,
snowballs into a much bigger problem. One that rears its ugly head on a world
stage. We give it many names….religious differences, social norms, tradition.
And we allow ourselves these excuses.
I guess what I’m saying is that if my faith is dwindling…I’m
possibly not the only one.
But thankfully, I have been blessed with moments, people,
situations…that remind me of the good, no matter how seemingly insignificant –
in this unfortunately fickle-minded world.
So though I know little, here are my wishes for you.
Hold on to what keeps
you sane.
To the person at work who makes you smile even when it’s the
shittiest kind of day. To that 30-minute run you take, that allows you to think
straight. To tidying up your house, playing with a kitten, cooking up a storm,
watching a movie, saying a prayer, socializing, giving someone a hug, watching
a child be joyful. Hold on.
Believe that there is
good in the world.
From Pope Francis telling you that all animals go to heaven,
to the people of Sydney and their #illridewithyou spirit, to Secret Santa gifts
that make you smile when you open them, to your mum telling you that she loves
you on whats app from miles away, to photographs of forgotten moments, to
friends who care about the little things, to music.
Don’t be scared. Get
closer.
We haven’t been programmed to know everything or to
understand everything. Be bothered to know more. About causes and things that
matter. As much as we’ve heard it a 1000 times before…be the change you want to
see in the world. My mum taught me that I needed to brighten my little corner
…and though I didn’t always agree with her, man do I believe her.
Do not be scared of what you do not understand. Deformities, abnormalities,
sexual orientation, taking a stand against injustice, being pro-choice and so
much more.
Because you do not understand it, does not necessarily mean
it is wrong.
Breathe. And think.
Before you react, before you speak, before you provoke,
before you cry, before you raise your voice, before you stand up for something,
before you make a choice, before you criticize, before you lose your heart, before
you gossip, before you believe.
Just breathe and give yourself the opportunity to
rationalize.
Give a little love.
To yourself, your family, your friends, the world.
And especially to people you wouldn’t normally want to.
Pay it forward.
Now, think of your most favorite person.
There’s got to be some good in the world. The person you thought of, is or was, a part of it.
And I’m not preaching, I promise. Just sharing my life
lessons.
Merry Christmas. May you always know that you are loved.
Till later.
