this<\/em> text will probably change nothing, absolutely nothing.I would be very surprised, at least.<\/p>\n\nThis text, this post, might explain a little why I do what I do.Why I want to prefer. Why I look at our time with concern. <\/p>\n\n
And because I feel that this post wants to be written.<\/p>\n\n
It begins with fear<\/h2>\n\n
It doesn’t matter whether it’s “real” fear or “just felt” fear. The feeling itself is enough. <\/p>\n\n
Fear can have many reasons.Uncertainty, for example. Be it about oneself, one’s own abilities. Or the political situation. Or when it comes to health.Perhaps also worries about the future. About a loved one.Or the feeling of being powerless. <\/p>\n\n
Fear is a very quiet but potent poison.Fear insidiously creeps into all thoughts and calls itself “caution,” “foresight,” or “preparedness.”Fear seems small. But with fear, everything turns bitter. <\/p>\n\n
It is terrible to be afraid.Those who are afraid need comfort.Those who are afraid need someone to say: “Don’t be afraid!” and “You are not alone!” and “You are loved!” and “We can do this together!”<\/p>\n\n
Those who fear enough become angry<\/h2>\n\n
Unconsciously. Possibly to overcome the feeling of fear. <\/p>\n\n
The image of an angry person is already perceived as “more powerful” than that of a fearful one.<\/p>\n\n
Anger is like many small fires that you can warm yourself by.They give light and feed on “the others” and on “but they have.”<\/p>\n\n
Those who are angry feel a warmth and energy where there was just emptiness and cold… Something powerful, something hungrily growing. <\/p>\n\n
Anger devours. Without regard. <\/p>\n\n
Anger wants out. Anger wants to break free. Anger wants to direct itself outwards, at others.And anger will find a target. <\/p>\n\n
Anger no longer wants to be comforted.Anger does not want to calm down!<\/p>\n\n
An angry person needs to work through something.The fire must take away its own foundation and die down.Every time anger almost runs out of fuel, only a small trigger is enough, and anger strengthens again without limits.<\/p>\n\n
Only when anger sleeps can it perhaps be driven away and replaced by something beautiful.<\/p>\n\n
But anger also leaves scars, at best calluses, on one’s soul.It takes time to heal. A lot of time. <\/p>\n\n
If these wounds cannot heal, everything changes.<\/p>\n\n
Those who are ashes inside can become the fire themselves<\/h2>\n\n
It no longer matters what the beginning was.Or if there even was a beginning.<\/p>\n\n
Those who hate feel no fire. They are the fire.A cold fire. It does not warm. It gives no energy. <\/p>\n\n
Hate is calculating.<\/p>\n\n
Hate needs no reason and no occasion.Hate sustains and nourishes itself.<\/p>\n\n
Hate constantly reinvents itself.<\/p>\n\n
Those who hate can hardly touch anything without laying it waste.<\/p>\n\n
Those who hate have lost at least as much as they inflict on others.<\/p>\n\n
Hate tolerates no winners.<\/p>\n\n
In the end, there is misery<\/h2>\n\n
Hate destroys.Indiscriminately. The hater as well as the hated. <\/p>\n\n
It is hate that makes it seem plausible to annihilate others.<\/p>\n\n
The result is war.<\/p>\n\n
There are many different kinds of war.Big, small, hot, cold. With words, with deeds. Between a few. Between nations. <\/p>\n\n
What there isn’t: A winner.<\/p>\n\n
War leaves openly festering wounds. Wounds that ache for generations.Wounds that burn into the collective memory of cultures. <\/p>\n\n
More fear. More anger. More hate.Hunger. Sickness.Grief. Sadness.Meaninglessness and death. <\/p>\n\n
Silence.<\/p>\n\n
Making peace<\/h2>\n\n
One person is peaceful. But two make peace. <\/p>\n\n
Peace can be made at any time. It’s just difficult to varying degrees.…If two people meet only in spirit and on equal terms. <\/p>\n\n
Peace must be wanted.<\/p>\n\n
Peace grows on compassion. Peace grows where forgiveness is not in vain. <\/p>\n\n
And what must you and I do for it?<\/p>\n\n
Love!Prefer! Reciprocate love! <\/p>\n\n
War is simply awful!Please love your neighbor.Please act according to the maxim that you would want to become a universal law.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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