So I just posted the following on my Facebook. In reality, it’s a little foolish, but sometimes, I think, we need to be real, and sometimes being real breaks the norm. So here’s a copy. Thanks.
Perhaps this is a little “real” for Facebook, but I need to say it:
Honestly, what it comes down to is this: I want to fight for a world in which another Holocaust, or GULAG or Khmer Rouge, or Rwanda, or Serbian genocide, or Armenian genocide, or Kurdish genocide, or Rape of Nanjing, or Syrian civil war, or Bangladesh sweat shop fire, etc., won’t happen anymore, a world in which people realize how shallow it is whether we look good or not, whether we have a relationship, or a good grade, or a nice house, or happiness, and realize how important it is that other people have dignity and are not suffering, and that suffering deserves a response besides the tepid, “Oh well, I guess no life is perfect.”
That’s my goal.
Yes, it’s hard, impossible, idyllic, strange, foolish, but honestly, this is what gets me up in the morning. I don’t care what happens to me. I don’t care how I look, that I’m single, that I have finals, that I have clinical depression, that I don’t have a lot of money, that my parents and most of my peers “don’t get me,” that I struggle sometimes just to smile, but I do care that the woman who made my flannel shirt didn’t die in a fire because I can’t afford expensive clothes.
That’d be messed up.
Honestly, I don’t care about anything except for the fact that there are deeply suffering people and they deserve some solidarity. I am not them. I’m not going to try to stand with them, as I can never resonate with the depth of their experience. But I will stand in silence in the only way I can: someone who sees there is a problem and wants to be a moral person despite the problem. The rest is extrapolation.
For those of you who read this whole post, thank you. I hope it makes a difference, but really, I just needed to be real for once, utterly and simply. Thanks.