Letter to You (Us), dear People. After the Spring Equinox. Maybe…
Dark angry Clouds in our Skies, raging, again, again. Heavy Rains falling, the Tears of our Peoples.
It is hard to live at times, and a delicate matter, to be a Human, to be true, to be just.
In the theatre of violence, murder, unjustice, in the theatre of fear and mistrust, it is hard to remember that we are the Human Race, One, in many colours, beliefs, and traditions….And that what “others” do to us, is maybe what we do to “them”, even it may seem different, even we may deny it.
Let us maybe tell ourselves (in this case) a selfchoosen “lie”. Let us maybe tell ourselves that we live in a Peaceful and Wonderful World, in Compassion and Respect for each other….
In Humility maybe, let us keep on Praying, keep on trying to understand, keep on trying to Forgive, keep on Trusting things can be “better”, and different, that our common Home can be a Peaceful place to be….
Let us maybe Honour all the Living, and Pray for the Dead of all colours… Let us maybe recall all the Beauties we already have.
Let us maybe believe that for each horrible “mistake”, millions of Flowers of Compassion and Trust are born. Let us maybe lower our heads, remember our own “monsters”, and try to forgive ourselves.Let us maybe look in our Hearts, and remember our own Strenghts, our Courage, our Loved ones, our Friends, our Power.
Let us maybe try to work together, and help each other…
I know, we all know, this is easy to write about, and hard work to do, but… What other options do we really have?
PS: Death, sensations and scandals sell good. Let us keep Courage and Hope in focus, and not fall in the trap of Fear. When we are afraid, we are devided, and easy to conquer.