And yet the birds sing in the morning. Still, the rabbit has bunnies. There is hope amidst the violent ways.
Typically when an animal kills it is for one of a few reasons–hunger, fear, to protect its territory, or to protect its young. Typically when man kills it is for very similar reasons. But the difference is that man also kills for greed, sometimes for pleasure–the thrill of the hunt–and sometimes for no real reason at all. We say we are evolved beyond the other animals because of our brain functions, but if evolution is killing your own for no reason then are we really that evolved? Yes, we can create incredible tools, but we can also create weapons of mass destruction. We can kill each other despite a moral code in every human society that says killing is wrong.
And yet we too can sing. We too can love. There is hope amidst the violent ways.
Somehow we have to focus on the singing. Somehow we have to focus on the love. Somehow we have to focus on acting in peace in our daily lives. We have to find community with humanity; not only with those who are like us but with those who we don’t think are like us. We have to realize that we are all more similar than different. We all have families, we all have people who love us, we all simply want to be happy and to see our families be happy. We want to survive as long and as well as we can in a world full of disease, hunger, murder, and more. We want to live. We want to be able to sing.
To truly live we cannot reside in fear. If I do not live in fear I cannot die in fear. To truly live we cannot worry about property lines or possessions. We cannot dwell in hatred–it takes so much energy–or in mistrust. One cannot be fully alive in these places of emotional despair. We have to reach out and connect with our neighbors, with those we are told we should not trust or like. We have to be one with all–all of man, all of nature. We have to recognize the dark and light within our own souls, the capacity for violence and the capacity for compassion, the ability to hate and the ability to love. And we have to make a choice for love, for peace, for goodness, and kindness. We have to make a choice to hear the music in the world, to join in song. If not, we have already lost to violence. I choose to walk through life in peace and compassion.
I can sing. I can love. I can live in peace. There is hope.