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How to tell you the world is a happy place

So, this is… it?

This is how you feel when it happens in your country. This is how you feel when an attack was carried where your family and friends live. This is how it feels to be away, to feel powerless.

Jihadists have taken the lives of the entire redaction of the French magazine “Charlie Hebdo”. The deadliest attack in France since 1961.

So many countries have suffered of terrorist attacks. So many people keep dying of it, so many families have been deprived of a parent because someone decided that person wasn’t worthy of living.

And yet, we praise everyday that the Human being is the most intelligent, that we have an answer for everything, that we have survived millenaries, that we are powerful for having taken over nature.

We look into the dictionnary and this is what we find:

  1. a man, woman, or child of the species Homo sapiens, distinguished from other animals by superior mental development, power of articulate speech, and upright stance.

I have worked as a language teacher in various countries of the world. In all of them, I had to work my way in some people’s head to fight racism, both in my classroom and out in the street, to fight against animosity (of which we should reconsider the meaning), to fight stupidity. I have worked so much with my students to understand and value respect. Most of the times it’s worked.

I have tried to convince you that the world is a friendlier place than what you imagine. I have tried to convince you to follow your instincts. to pack your joy and explore the world. I have tried to convey, more or less efficiently, happiness. I really have tried; with you, with my students, with my friends. I believe in colors, I believe in the power of a smile, I believe in laughing, I believe in a happy world.

But I also know that there is something deep down all of us, that we have tried to cover with words like “animosity” , “bestial” or “beastly”. We are animals. And animals in their primitive nature kill each other. They always have, they always will. Our world is a jungle and we are our own predators. That’s how nature played us.

Here I am, today, not knowing what to say, not knowing how to reply to the biting remarks of my student who disagreed with the whole idea of a melting-pot country because I also believe- no, I don’t believe, I know– that human beings can be brutal beyond imagination.

But on Wednesday 7th of January 2015, 14 people died doing their job. Their job to stand up, to shout out what their people think but don’t say, their job to be there, to be human, to defend what they believed in: freedom.

FREEDOM

Through ages, eras. men have searched Freedom. That seems to be another aspect of us Humans. Some of us think we’ve found it, some of us know we haven’t.

For other countries, this attack might be like just another one. Like the ETA one in Spain, like the Twin Towers in the USA, to mention the most spoken of. An attack in France…

In a country where “comfort” is the key word, this attack takes France back to the days where people knew what it was to be French. The days when people knew their anthem, where citizens didn’t hate each other (that much).  Slowly, I trust France to get out of that fogg of comfort and fear and to become what it was: a country of high minds, where artists were not afraid of speaking out. The country where other artists came to seek peace and elevation.

An old country that has, like all Old countries, seen more wars than are reported.

It’s time to play, France. It’s time to show that your people are not only hedonists longing for the next strike. It’s time to show the world why you care so much about freedom and human rights. It’s time to show why it matters.

You have wrongs, France. Many of them. Countless wrongs. You have problems with other nationalities, France. You have always selected who you wanted in your land, you have disregarded many people, many kingdoms, many rights. You haven’t kept your tongue when you should have. Your people are bitter, France. Your image is tarnished, France.

But you never ceased to believe in the importance of Freedom. Your people will rise and fight back like they always have. You’ve never forgotten the reason that makes people shout in your streets. You have never truly died.

 

And today, to whoever reads me I would like to say that colors still exist, that as long as you live you can smile, as long as you can live you can stand up for what you believe in. Your life is what you make of it, not what others make you do. Your life is yours and it’s not enough to just live it.

Draw your path, mark your existence. And the world will be a colorful place until you die.

 

READY, STEADY, DRAW!

 

Hommage à Charlie

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  1. Nickey (@NickeyZA) February 6, 2015

    Respect! I agree with you wholeheartedly, instead of this defining you it only opened the worlds’ eyes to your country and people’s ability to unite in diversity. We watched with tears how France marched together for Freedom of speech, it touched us all deeply. Thank you for a wonderfully inspiring post!

    • Cami February 6, 2015 — Post Author

      Thank you for your comment Nickey, I was wondering if people got offended by that post 😉
      Sadly the multicultural aspect of France seems to be a dead end… but we also need to remind ourselves of all the beautiful sides of life, and of everything good that has happened to us.
      Smile people! 🙂

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