Where do I begin? My mind is tired.
Is it the same everywhere, from my home here in Maranhão to China?
I talk to myself and ask whom can I lean on. Who can I trust? Who to believe? Why do people talk about things they don’t really understand? Why do words have the power to destroy someone’s spirit?
Why is there so much war and violence? It is strange that we fight for peace, in the end, we are always fighting.
Why do many individuals only want a peace that favours themselves? Do people realise that they are all a part of something bigger? I wonder daily about that.
Prejudice. Racism. Beauty standards. Why do we still have to live with these problems? The worst part is that people very often don’t see themselves as prejudicial or racists. If no one owns the blame, how do we begin to tackle the issues?
I find myself thinking: why don’t people accept each other for who they are. When are we going to stop with this daily struggle to fit into certain patterns?
Am I the only one wondering?