Another day, another tragedy.
Some men walked into a school in Pakistan and massacred over 100 kids and their teachers.
I just can’t go about my day knowing that so many mothers and fathers are mourning their children right now. I just can’t. And the fact that it is getting so little media coverage compared to other news just adds to my pain.
I often ask people why is it that they don’t say much or anything at all about this kind of despicable acts.
I am often told something like this:
I can’t watch the news. I’ve been told I don’t care about important issues, but it just hurts too much. I can’t process such cruelty.
It is not that I don’t care. It’s that I care too much. I avoid watching things I can do nothing about.
And then there is the nagging feeling that some things are not talked about as much because they happen in parts of the world that matter less. Very disturbing.
So here’s the thing. There are days I have to avoid the news too. It’s like some form of self-preservation.
However, if I don’t acknowledge the suffering in the world, I feel like I am contributing to make those people that are suffering invisible. I know I can’t help them all. I know I cannot change the world. But by at least allowing myself to cry for them, then they are not suffering alone. They count as people. If I speak for them, if I demand an investigation, if I let my voice join that of others in recognizing their plight, maybe the will be comforted by the fact that someone out there cares about them. That they matter too. That they are not expendable.
I know there are many of us who are overly sensitive to the cruelty of the world. More and more every day, it would seem. I have thought long about this and I have read a lot about it too.
Why are we this way? Some say it is a gift. Sometimes it feels more like a curse to me, though. Burden bearers, they call it in some circles.
Regardless, and without getting too philosophical (or worse, religious) I think there is a purpose for it. Or at least, we can make it our purpose.
It is my belief that we can in fact do something about it. Sure, it is not a lot and most definitely not anywhere near what I’d want it to be. But something as simple as signing and sharing a petition can go a long way on generating the change we want, for example.
I am not suggesting that everybody should become an activist. No.
I am not saying we should be sad all day either. God knows there is enough suffering in the world to make one cry 24/7.
All I am saying is that by allowing ourselves to feel for others, to acknowledge their struggles, to be empathetic with their pain, we make ourselves more human.
And by doing that we empower ourselves and others to be the change we want to see in the world.
Because every life matters.