Pride in Blindness

Wars have always been the most interesting and insightful topics all through my life. I never really cared to judge who was right and who was wrong. The vested interests of a very few change the courses of thousands of lives, and in few cases, millions. The stories of people involved in the war, whether it is the fighters, the survivors or the victims, never fails to intrigue one. History has always been the story of the so called ‘winners’.

So easily do people (including myself) who have little knowledge or insight into the real situation utter nonsensical judgments that we form by reading a story here and there. People take pride in the downfall of a particular community, country or a religion. How shallow are we to condemn someone by race, sex, religion or region? We are easily aggravated by a silly thought one expresses on a website. We renounce our tolerance, our intelligence, and our openness, to counter an uneducated comment. We fight for a reason known to none. We mask ourselves in illusions created by others; sometimes, unfortunately, by ourselves. We enjoy flattering ourselves with our own beliefs, while blocking our view to others’. What a life we lead, and yet we take pride in our mere existence.

It is not about any of those specific comments that I’ve read or those thoughts that people have expressed. It is about our views and ideas as humans. It is the idea of wanting to see only that, which we want to see. It is the sickening thought of not being able to acknowledge every person’s struggle, emotion, perception, and much more. It is about those answers we never try to explore behind them. It is about the ease with which we form our opinions, which seem so strong, that it could be shocking. It is an interestingly ‘sane’ world that we live in. That’s probably the reason why we fall in love with occasional glimpses of love, pain and sorrow.