We need to tell the right stories because this is the reality we create for ourselves.
If we sell ourselves a lie, we will live in perpetual hell till we face the truth.
There is so much to explore in this world, how people live, the extremely menial things they do — jobs that we have never heard of or thought were done by human hands for a dime, stories of people, places, and culture. How so many women in the war and terrorism struck Middle East crave studying so deeply and fight for their right to education— does this ever make you wonder if all the knowledge at their disposal is available only in formal educational institutions if libraries are not publically accessible? The same with water and electricity in Africa, and the same with reclaiming honorable values in France. I wonder what it’s like living in a place where families hear the constant pitter-patter of missiles flying instead of raindrops falling, where crimes grow like wild weeds, where the days that pass are filled with the grief of a long lost past and hope dwindles every day, and the idea of a godly, painless death is comforting. Everywhere in the world, there are problems without solutions, some meet over sushi to gossip about it, and some share their last piece of stale bread to discuss it. Some write elaborate posts on social media and some sacrifice their lives to live their truth.