Trying to find perspective, when hope and understanding seems to be slipping. We live in a world where the same media covers society’s “rage” over red cups at Starbucks as they do the catastrophic terrorist attacks in Paris.
Far reaching distances of the globe collide on computer screens and cell phones that our thumbs stay gripped to, as if we are kids in elementary school experimenting with Krazy Glue on our fingertips. We are living in an “evolving” world that is falling back into barbaric ways, as evils permeate and bombs explode in movie theaters, concert halls, soccer stadiums. Our technology promises to propel us as inhumane creatures still roam-stabbing innocent victims in the streets of cities, as if human bodies were voodoo dolls, being used to expel evil thoughts on behalf of the insane.
Every disaster strikes and we feel a level of heightened fear, shock, rage, sadness, and hopelessness. We become entrenched in the coverage, the social shares, and the inherent travesty of justice. All until, it boils over and the next disaster strikes, and is replayed on a loop like a scratched CD, trying to get the message out, but repeating the same words. Then, in an effort to manage the grave and deep emotions that overcome our senses during these dark times, we somehow grow more and more accustomed to such acts of violence. People will say, “I’m saddened, but not shocked.”
As a society that is privy to hearing news around the world at every moment of every day, we cannot let go of humanity. When we’ve reached this point, the one where such horrendous massacres are commonplace and our sense of “shock” has faded, we need to take a step back and re-evaluate our world. Personally, I will always be shocked. Maybe it’s semantics and what people mean to say is that the news is not surprising, because it’s the same shit everyday. But, it is exactly that- SHOCKING, chilling, cold, and increasingly gloomy.
While death tolls and modes of violence are becoming tallies and global leaders focus on devising strategies to combat such occurrences, we must not forget that every number accounts for a life. Every life has a ripple effect, reaching beyond its existence and affecting those who knew the victim. Although it may be hard to grasp when we hear devastating news and are not immediately related to the people involved, we still can feel the sense of loss. We are humans with the ability to empathize, and the truth is, we have been subconsciously trained to accept the feeling of “sensationalized” in its place.
It seems fruitless as one person can’t stop these rampant terrorist attacks and radical belief systems infiltrating our “civilized” society. The answer of how to help is not clear. Violence is inevitable, recurring, and only idealistically obsolete. But, a good place to start is to step back from the headlines to reflect on the weight of these situations. Even if it won’t solve the next disaster or bring back the lives that were lost, it will acknowledge our serious problem of human disconnect in a world that is revered for being SO “connected.”
Every action has a reaction and everything starts from somewhere. There’s clearly something amiss in our world, and if every one person can identify where love may lack, we can make our own personal effort to fill that void, even if only in a small space, to create a brighter future, on a global scale. The truth is that we are all one.
-In solidarity, with love, prayers, and hopes for a peaceful present for Paris AND the entire world.