I know this isn’t a story, but it was something that came to me while reading these ones.
Why do we always write about sad things? Why is everything that gets the most coverage, the most attention, the most uproar, the horrible things in the world? It seems simple, the good things don’t need fixing, so they don’t need as much attention. But the beautiful moments aren’t seen by enough people, so when bad things happen, all we remember are the bad memories. If we can’t remember a good one, there must be none. Imagine this:
Something bad happens. Someone is unjustly murdered. And that person goes on trial, and he is found guilty, and he goes to jail for the rest of his life. The only people that ever know are the people from the city, and a few from the one next door, and peace is found again. Because it wasn’t relevant to anyone else. The news that day covered a story on the air in Delhi, finally clearing up.
There are two reasons this can never be the way that things are. The first being that everyone is always in everyone else’s business. Everyone wants to know and give their two cents even though nobody wants it. Because people always feel entitled to be right, and tell other people why they aren’t as educated, or smart, or reasonable as them. Nothing can ever be accomplished if we live this way. The second is that people are evil, and often justice is not served. It should be simple, that killing is wrong, no matter what the reason, but that just isn’t the way that things are. Maybe the murderer had been abused by that person their entire life, and was too scared to come out about it. You never know the real details unless you are the one living it.
Additionally, peace can never happen unless we decide other opinions are okay. And sometimes they’re not. You can’t live two different lives by two different belief systems. Is abortion okay, or is it not? If there are two sides, there can be no in between. It’s just not that simple. But maybe there could be if we change the way we think. That maybe it doesn’t have to be all or nothing. Because there are outlying cases that can’t be ignored because they’re in the .1%. You know what that is out of the entire human population? Eight hundred thousand people. And one day, that person could be you.
So I think we write about the sad things because when it comes down to it, there is no one that gets to decide was is happy and what is sad. We all come from different lives with varying experiences. And feeling different than everyone else is sad. There is always going to be an unhappy person. Always. And there is no real solution. You can isolate yourself, and be alone forever, or you can choose to embrace it, and expose yourself to hatred and sadness. There is no in between.
I don’t know what the solution to the problem is. Maybe it’s a revolution, or living apart from each other forever. Maybe it’s violence, to wipe out the weaker opinions. Maybe it’s people minding their own fucking business for one minute of their short, insignificant lives. But the problem is, no one is brave enough. And until someone is, we will write about the sad things.
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