After spending a lovely evening at our neighbor’s house, I went to bed early Friday the 13th. When I got up Saturday morning and checked a few tweets, I soon learned what happened on Friday night in Paris.
I was out of words. So much hatred in the city of love. The next 2hrs I read articles, statements, and reactions. I felt the love, the sympathy, the compassion. #NousSommesUnis We are one; we are united.
But fear as so often creates separate camps. People start stereotyping. Fear makes them see a terrorist in every young Syrian refugee; fear can create so much hate.
My mom posted a photo on Facebook. It showed a little girl on the road to somewhere, and it said: “Fuck this world, I am going to Wonderland.”
I couldn’t help but think; But this is Wonderland, mom. We live in Wonderland already. Not everyone can see it. Not everyone has been exposed to the beauty this world possesses.
Some people have been told the wrong bedtime stories. They think they need to fuck this world and will then go to wonderland.
Ever since I walk around with my camera – capturing life the way I see it – I find beauty in every spot. A ray of sunlight, a raindrop on a lovely flower, people giving each other a helping hand, a gentle kiss, a bird spreading its wings over the ocean, a smile on someone’s face, a child that sleeps peacefully, a leaf blowing in the wind . . .
Life is full of small miracles. If only I could take all the guns and give people cameras and show them life, the way I see it. Show them all the reasons why life is precious, why life should be valued and cherished.
Call me naive, you very well may. I wished the world was more naive.
Oh, how I would love
to take every lost soul
by the hand and
show them wonderland.