Dating : A Generation of Hostile Samaritans

What has become of us? We are a generation of angry, hostile, bitter and resentful youth, ideologically possessed and frantically chasing after utopia in a sanguineous struggle with humanity itself. Glorifying our sadness as depression, preaching empty words of wisdom to comfort strangers on the internet when our own personal equations are deranged, letting our slightest inconveniences become excuses for our setbacks, we’ve ridiculed the painstaking struggles of those with grave mental health issues, belittled our non virtual relationships and discouraged men with real wars to fight.
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‌We’re clamouring mindlessly through our lives, raging wars with strangers on the internet for the rights we do not have when we’re barely aware of the ones we do and recklessly unaware of our responsibilities. Advocating for world peace when we’re inflicting wounds with our words everyday, preaching for kindness while haggling the poor woman who sells vegetables for a couple rupees, vehemently demanding for respect while walking over everybody beneath us; our battles are selfish and reek heavily of hypocrisy.

Everyday we scroll down our newsfeed to see poverty, hunger, xenophobia, homophobia, violence, fascism, intolerance, melting polar caps and burning forests, and it feels like the whole world is crashing down around us. Everything evokes so much pain and anger, shock and resentment. Our fingers run on our keyboards looking desperately for someone to blame even before we can question the credibility of what we read . We seek to find someone to hate upon because our heart overwhelms with love for the suffering. But how do we choose to show our allyship? Do we do it with with more hatred, often misplaced on the weak and helpless to condemn their leaders or religion or caste or country? Do we bully the weak to give ourselves a false sense of bracing to a greater cause? In the name of redemption, do we punish innocent lives? Actually, do we bully simply because we can, regardless of who the person may be and ignorant to how it may affect them? When we sow words we also reap consequences. Are the fruits we bear satiating hunger or poisoning lives? How and where do we pour discontentment? Does it abet our battle or instigate another? We live in a time when words are truly mightier than swords. Where and how do we choose to lay our own?
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‌The greatest revolution would be the one where we tell people that it’s alright to be whatever they want, man, woman, gay or lesbian, to belong to any religion, to any nation, to run a global corporation or a household, and choose to respect them for them. The respect we give to people shouldn’t be tied to our prejudices against the many aspects a person’s name and birth entails. How we treat people reflects more upon ourselves than the words we preach. Till we stop outweighing someone’s peace with the trivial need to fire up our ego, until we realize that we have no right to inflict wounds upon others no matter how small we may think they are, till we realize that hatred won’t avenge hatred, and not until we begin to treat others the way we wish to be treated should we uphold ourselves as revolutionaries. Live and Let live.