What do you want me to say?!
People keep holding on to their souls like they couldn’t preach another word tomorrow. We feel fear. It’s on the back of our heads. We cry because the pain is mutual. Grief paints itself with different faces. And in the middle of this there’s always a vague question: how the hell did we get here?
How did we allow weapons to have more power than words. How did we decide not to trust someone who’s different than us. How did we discriminate others from the outside.
People are sad. Tired. Fed up. Crossing their fingers that nothing bad happens. Generations before us gave their lives to fight for our freedom. But nowadays we live a new type of war. A war that has no boundaries, teams or sides. It’s a complex mix between misunderstandings, violence and discrimination.
Luck. That small factor that plays a big important part in our daily lives. That thing that keeps your heart overwhelmed by admitting “I was lucky not to be there at the wrong time.” Chaos. A complex situation that we, the people, want to get out of it as soon as possible.
We may have no idea how to solve all these major problems that are conflicting us. But at least we know, for sure, that compassion, love and happiness will prevail.