Are you afraid to say what is troubling your mind? Are you afraid to make stand for what is right? Are you prone to allowing the tides to crash into the sandy beaches of truth and prosperity? In our world, infidelity to the moral compass of our minds is common. Why do we question turning in valuable evidence to the victims of our anonymous wrongdoings? Why are we so scared to throw ourselves under the bus, though it is our mistakes that set us up for journey to a despicable misfortune?
Our world has blinded our eyes and extended our tongues to taste the delicious tastes of deceit, maliciousness and greed. And we love it. We bathe in the poisoned pools, we lavish in the warmth privilege provides us. We strut past the victims of our subconscious evil. For those living in a real-life hell where their sky is blackened and their homes are in rubble, poverty and disappointment is the unkind neighbour next door. For us first-world inhabitants, we can scroll past these documented pictures on Twitter, continue with our consumerist minds as we let ourselves believe we live in a democracy, we live freely, and we live in a system without fault. The world crashes and burns in our peripheral vision and we pretend we cannot witness it. We put a plaster on it though the wound is too deep, too mutilated.
I can hit the nail on the head but soon the effect of my truth fades away with your attention span. I understand you want change. However, this requires effort, connections, excuses upon excuses piling on top of each other until the cup overflows, the excuses become valid reasons, and these valid reasons visually impairs our basic human empathy.
It is unfair that I can sleep on perfectly plumped pillows and throw away large meals I am too full to finish and drive nice cars anywhere and mindlessly pollute our only breathing source. It is unfair that other humans in other countries do not have the luxury of paying for unlimited skips on Spotify or bottled water or a decent pair of trainers or a toothbrush or a bed or a home. There are children, toddlers living in conditions we cannot possibly imagine and the worst part is, you already know. You know some children go days without a proper meal and you know that mothers travel at early hours in each day to the only water wells in their town just for their kids to survive. You see it all the time on UNICEF.
You turn a blind eye.
Why have we convinced ourselves that these problems, these self-inflicted wounds cannot be cured? It is not something we cannot help like an earthquake or a tsunami. No, it is landfills, it is homelessness, its discrimination, and it is everything that has tainted our beautiful earth. It is we. We are the problem. We have always been the problem.
You are a killer. I am a killer. Nevertheless, please feel free to let the leaders of this world coerce you into believing that everything is okay. That the very phones we touch are not results of illegal activities in China, the Congo, Thailand, Malaysia, Czech Republic, South Korea, and Singapore. That many tired workers are paid well under the minimum wage so that you can post pictures of your latte on Instagram. Let Trump distract you from the rises in climate changes in tropical and subtropical regions. Let Kim Kardashian’s ass guide you away from the horrors of the rising Venezuelan death tolls due to its dictatorship. It’s okay, it was inevitable, it’s complicated. It is not. Your. Fault.
Or is it?
