WHY DO YOU ACCUSTOM TO PUT UP WITH VIOLENCE?

What value do we give to respect? Does the word respect still exist? It seems to be getting highly easier not respect people as individuals. We fight to deny rights, we do spelling moral, we label the people as if they were mass market products, we denigrates other people thoughts.

Super promotion: “free insults”. Come on ladies and gentleman! Insult who can.

Reading these words many of you will be thinking: “here, the usual weepy”. Soon I’ll go out  for my weekly supply of Cleenex. Probably I’ll die rusty from feeling sorry for myself. Or maybe not.

It would take only a nudge, like thinking. It may seems a commonplace, but very often we are used to act before of thinking, or we don’t thinking at all. The strain, the modern life, connectivity and sociability are requiring to be always up to date, ever present and ever-present, at the expense of ourselves. So much that suddenly we have turn into omniscient and intolerants. An army of judges that, from the top of their knowledge, sentence lapidaries opinion (not useful at all) without even bother  to understand.

Understand that people are so wonderfully complex that they can’t be stereotyped. No one of us is a supermarket product, so it makes no sense to pinpoint others as blacks, republicans, communists or right wing. “Excuse me, I need a fascist emblem! Shelves 4 lane number 2.”

Understand that everyone has the right to express his own thoughts. And yes, believe it or not, we can discuss in a civilized manner even with those you disagree with.

Understand that almost everyone has a grammar teacher still alive and the spell insults don’t make us more trained or bright of those who made the mistake.

Understand that bullying is not “just for teenagers” or “physical violence”, because psychological violence it’s like a stroke of blade through the treacherous back. The words weigh like rocks and the shape is not worth more than the substance.

Understand that we can’t know who’s on the other side of the screen, but above all on the other side of the screen resides a person of flesh and blood with a life, a path, a story we can’t know about it.

Understand that it doesn’t take much to make people happy, like a smile, a greeting, an hand held or a word of comfort.

Understand that kindness is free and dispense it makes happy not only the others but also ourselves.

Understand that diversity is a possibility that includes new discoveries and new knowledge, if we are able to allow it to enter in our lives.

Maybe I overdid and maybe this post sounds like a sermon. I don’t want to be a priest, I never go to Church if I exclude the Confirmation, weddings, baptisms and funerals. Maybe because I’m about to become a mother and hormones are going really crazy. I hope that my son may grow up in a more civilized and truly democratic world. I just hope we don’t accustomed to put up with this kind of violence. Because it means getting used to approve it, tolerate it, looking down. Because get used to this means live in an indifferent and selfish world and I want to believe in fairy tales, even if life is not a movie.