I prefer to think optimistically about the human race. I like to think that the majority of people have good hearts and good intentions, but every now and again it’s difficult not to be overwhelmed with the seemingly endless terror that is occurring in almost every direction that you look.
There’s no arguing with the fact that 2016 has been an all around terrible year for politics and humanity. I’ve lost count of the news stories telling us about all the innocent lives that have been shamelessly snatched away and I can only assume that this is not even close to the reality of what’s going on in the world away from the camera. And the face of the world is changing dramatically. Somehow Britain will no longer be a part of Europe, America elected a sexist, racist, ruthless and unintelligent man to be one of the most powerful human beings on the planet, and China’s militarising (worryingly) the South China Sea, amongst many other things. I hate to put a downer on an otherwise ‘let’s not take life too seriously blog’, but it’s all a bit of a terrifying mess and I feel incapable of changing it.
I don’t know if anybody else used to hear the phrase ‘you don’t know how lucky you are’ whilst growing up, but never has that rang more true than right now for me. As I watch the tear inducing news stories from Aleppo and I read about China and America not so playfully teasing each other, and all the other countless terrors that pop up on my phone, I almost feel a little guilty. So far I’ve always been at a distance from them, and that’s nothing but a stroke of luck about where I was born, often the colour of my skin and being brought up in an open minded and loving family who have been by my side every single day of my life. I’m so unbelievably lucky to wake up every morning happy and healthy and with a family, albeit thousands of miles away, who are always there for me. There are too many people in this world who do not have the same privileges and who do not wake up to love, but hate.
Now, I know you can’t help everyone, and I know you’re entitled to feel anger or despair or sadness or pain whether you’re sat in the ruins of your city or you’re sat in a comfortable chair a little tired from a hard day working 9-5, or revising for exams. You’re always entitled to feel the way you feel. I don’t know how to help everyone, I don’t know how to help all the people living under terrible regimes and becoming victims of hate and violence and I don’t know what the world will look like say six months from now, but I am grateful for every happiness in my life, and I wish it upon the whole of humankind.
In the meantime, if I should find myself with an opportunity to help those who are not as lucky as myself, no matter by what degree that may be, I will not be hesitant to offer them my hand.