Nothing is unimportant.
People are not content, and they are not measured by value. They are not data, they are not numbers. Weāre creatures that cry when weāre sad and bleed when we cut.
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People with difficulties in their lives explain their experiences, but are misunderstood, and end up in another difficult situation. I have been hearing many such stories lately, and it is frustrating.
How many times do we have to repeat these frustrations before we can reconcile them with the circumstances surrounding them?
It is often said that the words of those involved are persuasive when promoting understanding of illness, disability, and other difficulties in life. I really dislike that. I think it is cruel to ask those who have already been injured to explain themselves. I also think it is arrogant to affirm it as a solution.
If you are interested in the issue, the person asking for an explanation must also be a party to the problem. Why is one party playing the referee in the audience while the other party is bringing an already exhausted person on stage?
Also, in this case, āpersuasivenessā is for whom and for what? What will happen to the people on the stage if we fail to persuade them? Or rather, how will they be ātreatedā?
I once wrote in a blog that āunderstanding of minorities and the difficulties they face in life is slowly but surely improving. But I was wrong. What has spread is not understanding, but only recognition. And what was fostered was not mutual understanding for the sake of coexistence, but the exclusion of those who were deemed āincomprehensibleā by the majority.
In some cases, of course, this is not the case. But taken as a whole, it is true that we are moving in a direction that makes one want to lament.
No,thisis not āmove.ā It would be more accurate to call it a regression.
Still, it is heartening to know that there are people who fight on without losing hope. I want to be that kind of light like them.
Every day I wonder what I can do in a society that is regressing and going crazy. To cherish those who are close to me, to cherish the everyday things that are close to me. For a while, I thought that was the least I could do.
But what is the difference between living each day that way and settling for the status quo? I don't know anymore.
In the past, someone might have noticed. But now, someone might even say, āIf you can't stand up, throw it away. It is cruel.
The pain and sacrifice associated with change is inevitable. In theory. I know that, but I am heartbroken and want to be angry at each and every event. I don't want to get used to people's pain. People are not content, nor are they measured by value. They are not data or numbers. People are creatures that cry when they are sad and bleed when they are cut. I don't want to be indifferent to that temperature.
