Keep the past in your heart while you soar high
As I write this, I am the saddest I have been in years. Our history is so full of flesh-shed, bloodshed, death and times when humankind mastered his own kind. From slavery to the various revolutions, history weeps with the episodes of gut wrenching and tearful stories of man wronged by man. How was that possible? Given any circumstance? How could one be so cruel? We cannot be proud of such times, under any circumstance. What had we become in the past? No more human. Inflicting pain upon others could give pleasure to some of our ancestors. Ashamed of my kind. Every time I watch a movie, read an article, tearfully finish a book, witness a documentary dealing with a true story, it makes me go nuts. I feel the responsibility, I feel the agony, I sense those questions my mind raises, demanding an answer, when I am only numb. I am never afraid of horror movies or rides or virtual reality crazy coasters because, I know in the end it is not the reality but just a creative fantasy. But, a ...