VivianAbout the foreigner and its soul
January 7th 2008 17:23
It is hard to recover life’s optimism and airiness after the look into the abyss of a human soul. If it can be called soul at all. Hatred, callousness, aggro and maladjustment is what is thrown at anything and everybody once the chance is given. And even if time and justice calls them to stop, they will need an outlet for it all. I often wonder if this is the human face of globalization. Indeed, globalization or any other cooperate company brings the world closer, but for sure doesn’t bring a lot of human beings together. I mean it can and does; torn families, missed friends, traveler’s hearts. Nevertheless every new cultural and worldly change has its downside. Hopes, disappointments, lost land, burst dreams. All that is very heart-breaking. No chance to assimilate, no chance to be different without the punishment of being excluded. Life in another country is easy if the opportunity is given to return home. How much torture is it however if money, lifestyle, religious believe or family ties forbid you to return. Torture is, if no one is welcomed in their own flesh or any other community for that matter.
The bigger the city the smaller the chance to meet those people you could start loving. They are rare and the abyss of their soul is non-existent and they have a mountain of happiness, fairness and honesty build-up against their soul to protect them from whatever might be out their.
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