I´m an observer and a listener. Quite often in conversations I like to sit back and just listen. I think I get to know people better that way. This is also true for the communities I participate on the Internet. I read more often than I comment. I read a lot between the lines.
What I´ve been observing lately is that the way people react to certain world conflicts tells a lot about why we have such conflicts in the first place. Finger pointing, name calling, gratuitous demonstrations of anger and hate and the"victim" card are pulled constantly. No one seems to focus on what can be done to end such conflicts, but on who is to blame. And it´s always, always other people. So, I have a proposal : blame it on me! Yes, I think I can qualify: South-American, female, mother of two, university professor, translator, blogger, non-native speaker of English - a suspicious accent...
Seriously now, why is it so hard to admit that, in certain cases, everybody is wrong?
By definition, Hell is a state or place of evil, destruction, hate and misery. According to some cultures, it´s our destination if we don´t live a righteous life. In Jean Paul Sartre´s play Huis Clos (No Exit), Hell is other people. Three characters are confined in a room at the Hell Hotel and their main pastime is to make each other´s life (or afterlife) miserable. The room has no mirrors, and what irritates characters the most is that what they hate about the other turns out to be a reflection of their own flaws or limitations. Opressed become opressors very easily in their sick game.
We´re all tired. Brazilians are tired of the violence generated by drugs and corruption, North-Americans are tired of discrimination dividing their society, Israelis and Palestinians are tired of so much bloodshed that will take them nowhere. Let´s admit it: this room we call the world is getting too small, and yet, we have to cohabitate in it. That´s the only one we have. So, please, let´s hang some mirrors on the walls and try to make it more bearable to live in. Together.