May 18, 2013 @ 9:50 PM
Reading the sufferings of the Berliners in Berlin At War just makes me question why we even have war-- because no one deserves this, whether they are on the side of the attackers or the defenders, whether they are right or wrong because
no one deserves to suffer this way, and especially because the ones who suffer and nearly almost always
not the ones who started everything in the first place. The thing that strikes me about history over and over again is how human everyone is, how at the end of the day we are all people being people no matter who we are or what our circumstances are. And really-- what is the purpose of all this? How can anyone ever think that it is justified to allow so many lives and so many futures to be lost for the purpose of power, or even for the good of the country or
for the greater good, because ultimately countries and communities are made of the very same people who die trying to advance the cause that is supposedly for them, and doesn't that defeat the entire purpose? Ultimately, we are just all people and amidst the bombings in Berlin in WWII, the Jews, the Aryans, the Communists, the SS, the line is simply erased. War brings out the best and the worst of people, but ultimately the most poignant thing that we forget so easily is that at the end of the day, we are all human-- no more, no less.
Also, as of late: too many things, too many people. Over-reliance on certain people, and that is disturbing because once these people are taken away it leaves behind only this scary sense of emptiness. And this should not be happening. I need to remember what it is like to be alone.
