When words fail you. When you can’t have a decent discussion while visiting family because your eyes keep wandering to images of a flaming Ghaza on the muted television. When you feel guilty of posting a random post because you feel like you should be doing something more solid and more productive- something of value to those poor souls. When you can’t think of anything but that these people are your people, with only religion and barriers keeping you apart. When you spend the whole month thinking of what a horrible, unjust world this is, and how tiny and worthless you really are, sitting in the comfort of your living room, trying to avoid news channels, discussing the weather.
Tomorrow, you will get up, put your clothes on, drive to work, have your morning cup of coffee, and have the same day you have had for a while.
The world is an ironic place. You can give up once you realize that everything is futile, sit back, and decide to put all your faith in god, who will “solve everything eventually”. You can give up once you realize that everything is futile, sit back, and decide to spend your life working for your own needs and desires, building a happy future for you and your immediate family, all the while becoming a selfish, self-centered, quite futile person in the process. Or you can talk, discuss, and analyze the matters of the world for 50 years, spending your time arguing with labour parties and NGOs, then look back in your old age and realize that all those pointless years wasted on philosophizing have been as futile as really doing nothing at all.