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TODAY - personal essay / reflection by jrqc

 




REFLECTION

Sometimes we read something and we say to ourselves "yes, I've read or seen that before", or we cling to a song just because it reminds us of something else that we have experienced and it all makes me wonder if everything has already been written or that everything has already been said.

I still ponder the possible answers to these questions, and I may have reached the same conclusion as you: “I’m not sure” or a simple ‘Perhaps”. But then again, a little bit down the road I say to myself: “we’re humans, we have moments of unpredictability, we can create things, we can love, we can sing and play music, we can be sad, annoyed, or just simply in love with whatever we see around: a butterfly fluttering its way, or even a gentle drizzle falling calmly.

So, I think I’d better stick to the notion that there is still much left unsaid, unwritten, and undone. I believe we’re endless, that we have been created to perpetuate love above all things, except that somehow, we got stranded and lost along the way, though that doesn’t mean we can still make it happen. Perhaps I am a dreamer and an idealist, but deep down, I still want to believe that we have been made to love, that every single little thing in our flesh and soul has been created to transcend the limitations of our earthly existence through love.

Countless times I wake up and go through my daily routine just like anybody else, but then…. just then, I come across with the pouring of news on social media that, with its multiple tentacles hold a bit and sometimes a lot, of our lives, making it an internal struggle to try to understand what we, as inhabitants of this world are capable of doing. It’s incredibly exhausting to comprehend how that is possible to happen: wars, murders, the indifference of governments, the amount of people living in disgraceful conditions. I simply am unable to understand that other side of human behavior. We’re not talking about why we have a sandwich when we’re hungry, we’re talking about how someone can cause harm to another person. I am not going for the phrase of being "holier than thou" here, but I cannot imagine causing harm to others, but if I did, I would strive to make amends.

Malice seems to have enveloped our world, making it at times bleak and grey. Many of us have witnessed or even experienced it firsthand, but I just simply don’t understand it. Are we all capable of causing suffering intentionally and enjoy it? Are we all able to start up a war just because of the sake of it? I believe that these capabilities exist within all of us. But, the fact is that some people are darker inside than others, that they have let this darkness crawl up their way into their hearts making them act in ways that they shouldn’t.

So, we better fill our hearts with joy, let us not allow that darkness in, let’s make music, let’s love and protect one another. It isn’t hard, it isn’t difficult, we simply need to try. Let’s write music with poems, let’s help others and be glad at their victories and at their joy. Please, let’s..

Not everything has been said, sung, done, or written. Let's each do our part and strive for a better world. Will you join me?

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