The unidentifiable beauty of worrying about the wrong things.
It makes life bearable, solving the little private problems, ending a dispute with a victory or just making sure the neighbour doesn’t park his car in front of your little place under the sun. It’s such a big relieve when you realize that the next personal financial crisis is delayed with a few months, the neighbours’ dog died and you don’t have sleepless nights because of the barking anymore until he puts a new dog on the chain. It’s the little solvable issues that distract so nicely from the real problems and dangers out there in the world. The worldly threats that didn’t land on your doorstep yet, although in the back of your mind you know they will eventually. Being blessed with a little spot in a troubled but sunny country, where corruption might be an issue, where politicians seem to be out there to take care of themselves, where international laws and agreements are explained with a little snuff of salt and are spiced up with some self-interest rules but where, at the same time, you are able to live your life and look after your own interest by walking beside those curved lines.
The unidentifiable beauty of worrying about all the wrong things in life is that it keeps the real threats we’re facing at a distance. White supremacists, nazi’s and religious fanatics joining up in parades and gathering at conferences are just video footage from a faraway country where they support a dangerous racist candidate for president. Political parties who charge 25 pounds for a voting right, trying to keep the poor from choosing their own political leader is just a post on Facebook from a little island somewhere at the coast of Europe. A dictator who, according to European leaders, is defending democracy by arresting all educated opponents and is gaining power, bringing the threat of violence to the border of our world seems just a picture in a newspaper that the man on the market roles the fish in he’s selling. The so-called civil-protection groups in the North of that little country I come from, even supported by local police and calling themselves the “Soldiers of Odin”, walking around with baseball bats and covering themselves with hoodies, cleaning the nighttime streets of anyone whose skin isn’t white enough, are just news addressed by some obscure little journal.
That outside world news is irrelevant compared to our own private problems. Yes, we do twitter tweets, Facebook messages and comments, when it comes to financial consequences we’dd even be prepared to sign an online petition. It’s not going to solve the problems though, it’s not going to go away. Every dreadful event provokes an even worse reaction and slowly but definitely it’s making it’s way to your and my doorstep. We know the ones responsible for starting this vicious circle, they’re the same people who benefit from it, supplying all sides with reasons, weapons, exposure and financial support. We are just individuals, busy solving our own problems, which are as important as the major problems we face as a people. But there lies the biggest question. Are we still a community? Are we still a cohesive society or did we become just those individual elements that lost any sense for togetherness… The more and bigger our own problems grow due to the actions of those forces in command behind the scenes of the theatre-play modern democracies are, the more time we’ll spend on our own survival techniques and solutions, the more we get distracted from what’s really going on.
We are the lucky ones, living in a nice country, bearing the 40+ C degrees, sweeping clean our hidden doorsteps and moving around under the worldly radar of being interesting, well, unless there’s a water-bag carrying plane that sideswipes our cottage chimney while attempting to make a precision drop during a bushfire. Still no comparison to drones with bombs or armed militia’s…
The unidentifiable beauty of worrying about all the wrong things in life is that it keeps the real threats we’re facing at a distance. White supremacists, nazi’s and religious fanatics joining up in parades and gathering at conferences are just video footage from a faraway country where they support a dangerous racist candidate for president. Political parties who charge 25 pounds for a voting right, trying to keep the poor from choosing their own political leader is just a post on Facebook from a little island somewhere at the coast of Europe. A dictator who, according to European leaders, is defending democracy by arresting all educated opponents and is gaining power, bringing the threat of violence to the border of our world seems just a picture in a newspaper that the man on the market roles the fish in he’s selling. The so-called civil-protection groups in the North of that little country I come from, even supported by local police and calling themselves the “Soldiers of Odin”, walking around with baseball bats and covering themselves with hoodies, cleaning the nighttime streets of anyone whose skin isn’t white enough, are just news addressed by some obscure little journal.
That outside world news is irrelevant compared to our own private problems. Yes, we do twitter tweets, Facebook messages and comments, when it comes to financial consequences we’dd even be prepared to sign an online petition. It’s not going to solve the problems though, it’s not going to go away. Every dreadful event provokes an even worse reaction and slowly but definitely it’s making it’s way to your and my doorstep. We know the ones responsible for starting this vicious circle, they’re the same people who benefit from it, supplying all sides with reasons, weapons, exposure and financial support. We are just individuals, busy solving our own problems, which are as important as the major problems we face as a people. But there lies the biggest question. Are we still a community? Are we still a cohesive society or did we become just those individual elements that lost any sense for togetherness… The more and bigger our own problems grow due to the actions of those forces in command behind the scenes of the theatre-play modern democracies are, the more time we’ll spend on our own survival techniques and solutions, the more we get distracted from what’s really going on.
We are the lucky ones, living in a nice country, bearing the 40+ C degrees, sweeping clean our hidden doorsteps and moving around under the worldly radar of being interesting, well, unless there’s a water-bag carrying plane that sideswipes our cottage chimney while attempting to make a precision drop during a bushfire. Still no comparison to drones with bombs or armed militia’s…
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