humans

All Lives Matter- And So Do All Opinions

DEAR
     Judgementals:
            Innocent until proven guilty. Why is that one line so hard to take to heart?

        Our relatives have a very specific view of who they think we are: uptight, condescending, judgmental religious people. During a recent get-together, one of my cousins was discussing her friend’s new boyfriend; she was curious as to what his parents thought about the relationship. She was about to mention the specific reason for it when my aunt shook her head and mouthed, we don’t talk about that here. My cousin then went on to say something about the parents’ religion and how her friend was not of the same religion as her new boyfriend.

          Naturally, I asked what religion they were, as I’m always curious about everything. My aunt and cousin both tensed and exchanged glances, as if they were afraid of something impending. I asked again, and my cousin hesitantly told me that the boyfriend’s family was Muslim. My reply, which seemed to surprise them, was “Oh, yes, their culture does have rules about that.” From what I know of Islamic law, the boyfriend’s family must be much less strict with the rules, as they’re allowing their son to date at all. I’d be curious about the situation if my friend were in the same position, I don’t blame my cousin for wondering. What really bothers me is that my relatives seem to think that my family and I are so judgmental that we’ll explode at the slightest mention of something not in line with our personal views.
            I try to be hyper-aware of how much general society and media condemn Christians; I walk through judgment every day, because I don’t try to hide my religion. The problem is this: just as it is unfair to generalize an entire race or political group, so too is it unfair to generalize a religion. I know I’ll get a lot of flak for this, but saying all Christians are small-minded and disparaging is like saying all Muslims are terrorists, or all black people are violent, or all French people are uptight. And God forbid you’re an African-French Muslim. Or a police officer in the United States.

        The solution to this is to realize that each person is different, and it’s not the amount of melanin in your skin, or the entity to whom you pray, or the place where you were brought up that does any of those awful things we hear about on the news. Each person who did those things made the decision to carry out the actions. Was their way of thinking influenced by the subculture of the aforementioned? Possibly. But those individuals made the decision to hurt others on their own. You can’t condemn the village for the actions of the one.

          Just because I have certain beliefs doesn’t mean that I’m not able to listen to— and hopefully understand— other points of view. This is a concept that a lot of people struggle with, and I don’t blame them. It’s hard to understand things you don’t believe, but you can’t respect others if you don’t try to see the world through their eyes. A diamond wouldn’t be as beautiful with only one facet, would it?


           The world is a judgmental place, because we are humans, and all humans judge. We all have first impressions, and we all cast our stones at the celebrities and politicians gracing the criticism-brimming tabloids. It’s in our nature, just like it’s ingrained in our hearts to protect our own.

With Respect,

Joélle.




YOU'RE GONNA DIE IN SEVEN DAYS!

DEAR
     Worriers:
           Since the beginning of time, humanity has had an obsession with the future. We try to predict the future. We try to control the future. We worry.

            Worry is fear while it is still curious.

           Worry is simply some degree of insecurity about the future. Why is it we worry so much about things we can't control? Why is it we can't simply let go?



       'Since time immemorial humans have longed to learn that which the future holds for them. Thus, in ancient civilization, and even today with fortune telling as a true profession, humankind continues to be curious about its future, both out of sheer curiosity as well as out of the desire to better prepare for it..."
-Rabbi Ronald H. Isaacs

           God gives you next to nothing about your specific future in the Bible. In such an insecure world where there is so much hostility and war and famine and pain, why would God be so vague about our future? Why would God tell us so much about Jesus' future and not ours?

     'Therefore, I tell you the truth: do not worry. Who of you by worrying can add a single moment to your life?'
-Matthew 6:27 NIV

          I think the reason is because we will have trouble no matter what. We will go through difficult times no matter what. Do we really want to know about all of the terrible things to come? That will only make us worry more, and stop concentrating on the here and now, which is what matter most. We will walk through the shadow of the valley of death. I can't speak for anyone else, but I can say that I certainly don't want to know about the darkness in my future. I have a hard enough time dealing with life as it is.

            This is where I begin to come to a conclusion: the goal of this life is not to figure out the future- it is to love. It is to better the lives of those around us. And when you wake up in the night in a cold sweat and feel scared and alone, know that the creator of the universe holds your future in his very hands. He is with you in every moment.
The goal is not to figure everything out. The goal is to know that God will help us through everything.

            Try not to worry. It may not seem like it, but the universe is on your side.


With Hopefully Receding Pensiveness,

Joélle.



Why do Humans Exist?

DEAR
     Existentialists:
            Once again, I've been overthinking.

         I just watched Lucy; a film in which a woman dragged into a drug ring gone wrong is suddenly able to use the entire capacity of her brain. Last night, I watched a film called The Giver, about a seemingly utopian society in which emotion, color, difference, and anything that can set anyone apart from anyone else is nonexistent. After watching these, it made me think.

        We, as humans, take things for granted. We make poor choices. We create incredible things. We engineer horrible things. The human race as a whole is incredible, in good ways as well as bad. I could write a dissertation on this subject alone, but I'm going to try to concentrate on one: how we think.

           In Lucy, the title character slowly immerses herself in everything around her, until she no longer exists as a person. One of the first things to go are her emotions, after the offending drug bag is removed from her body. She uses logic, but feelings, care of consequences, and pain slowly fade away. She kills without blinking an eyelash. Her existence suddenly loses meaning to her, and she cares for only one thing: saving her knowledge. Imagine if everyone in the world were like that. I shiver just thinking about it.

            In The Giver, everyone in the society is given injections that remove the ability to feel emotion. Everyone is supposed to be the same as everyone else, so everything listed next has been removed from their world: emotion, free choice, skin color, nationality, talent, free thought, free expression, ownership of anything of any kind. That means no music, no dancing, no colors, no books, no learning, no expressing your opinion. No expansion of knowledge. No change. If twins are born, one is immediately killed.

             When someone speaks out, messes up, or gets too old, they are killed. Babies are reassigned to "family units" so that there is no personal attachment. Imagine if we lived in a world where we couldn't feel. There would be no love, no happiness, no sadness. No determination, no invention, no change. No creativity, which is the thing in all creation that I appreciate most. And the worst part about it all? No one would know any different. That would be the human existence. This creeps me out way more than Lucy, but tell me; what are your thoughts?

          Here is a short but not sweet description of how afraid I am of my own thoughts:


Neverever

The darkness blows across the water 
like a soulful wind:

waterfalls all around the ground.
Dream sweat– white imagination,

the feeling of lost 
While collecting bits and torn scraps of forgotten afternoons.

How can something so black, painful, be 
as elegant as this?

A flurry of thoughts, sediments
at the bottom of night’s ink; seething, sobbing.

What’s coming leaves me far behind;
I keep on walking through ghosts–

I am afraid of the landscape of my mind.



With Her Head Between Her Knees, Rocking Back And Forth In A Corner,

Joélle.