I Just Found Out About Modern Warfare
There is this one prominent phenomenon regarding us; the masses.
Whenever we come to find out that someone has taken their life away, we
would usually be all like, «Why didn’t they come out and unleash everything
regarding their mental state when they were still alive? We could have saved
them. » or some sort of similar reaction. The thing is, most of our reactions
would be full of remorse; thinking as if we could have saved them if they were
to tell us everything.
But the sad truth is, it is inevitable that human nature is innately egocentric.
Human beings would mostly find it hard to relate or empathize with others’
problems and grief when they have never been in the circumstances that
others have been in. But when something disastrous happens and it’s already
too late, that would be the exact time when they finally realize how it’s like to
be in others’ positions. And then there goes the useless feeling of remorse
that won’t change anything, and the rest is history.
There are a myriad of reasons why people who committed suicide didn’t come
out about their condition and feelings when they were still alive. For deep
down they know that other people might find it hard to actually exert efforts to
save them; and their attempt to come out would end up in vain anyway. If they
were to come out about their condition, there are high chances that 1) people
would find them ungrateful and whiny, 2) people would empathize at first, but
there would be a point where those people got fed up and consider them
annoying or clingy for depending on them and venting too much about their
life, 3) people would just throw out cliched motivational advices like what a
normie would do, without actually attempting to analyze and understand
what’s up with them, or 4) people would misunderstand their stories and take
the blame on them, thinking as if it’s their own fault that they got into the
condition they’re in. The thing is, most of us do regret not saving them earlier,
wonder why didn’t they tell us anything when they were still alive, but little do
we realize that there are plenty of things we could have done back then but
we didn’t do. Because we’re too drowned in minding our own business as
egocentric human beings we are; because we’re too busy patronizing and
victim-blaming them, thinking as if they deserve what they suffered from
because it was their own fault.
In the end they chose to hide in their own cloistered, dead-locked closet for
they grew up thinking that coming out about their condition is a fright-inducing
atrocity that would attract hostile eyes being directed towards them. They
chose to look alright in front of the masses, so the masses began thinking as
if they’re actually alright because they have never talked any single thing
about their mental health. Because the masses are only capable of discerning
the superficial outline of others — what they see in front of them — and there
has never been any single attempt to dig in what’s behind the superficial
smiles of those people asphyxiating in distraught. Never have they heard the
unheard screams, in the unseen battlegrounds. That is the thing about
modern warfare; where the most lethal weapons are words; where youngsters
are forced to get accustomed with the warfare and bloodshed inside of their
hearts and heads; where places that we come across everyday, such as
schools and houses, are the real battlegrounds.
Warfare these days, it doesn’t necessarily require revolvers, multiple
launching rocket systems, and submachine guns. Because some menacing
words that came from people’s mouths, and the heinous way some people
treat others, are already enough to trigger a million of souls to take their own
life away. And the victims of warfare these days, don’t always have stains of
blood spattering. For their hearts have bled severely, and relentlessly, from
the wounds of these unseen wars.
It’s sad that educational institutions give awards and homages to the ones
who are smartest and brightest with radiant future ahead of them, but no one
has ever given any awards to the strongest fighters whose dark and distorted
future is completely not their fault. As if being a strong fighter who fights their
way through the warfare of life isn’t an achievement. As if the restless nights
and the relentless tears they survived through mean nothing.
It’s undeniable that the world is a constant warfare — and too many unnoticed
fighters died whilst fighting in battles inside their heads and in unseen
battlegrounds. As we are forced to live in bloodshed and get accustomed to
the wars, it would mean a lot if we lend a hand to fellow fighters who are
struggling because we see ourselves in them.