Weekend

This weekend I went to a friend's country house, we rented some paintball material and played throughout the weekend. Although my killer instincts were revealed and all the anatomy that I should have studied is now haunting me it was AWESOME. I had never played it before, but to feel as if I was on a battlefield made me really think about people in combat, about those men and women who fight to defend what they believe in, to protect their own people and land. At some point, I was shot in the top of the head, and the bullet didn't blow up  (oh yeah, those are the ones that hurt the most), some tears immediatly came to my eyes because of the pain, and as I was thinking of giving up I just thought how would it be like if those were real bullets.

It strykes me as ridiculous that on a so-called advanced society (in the last 10 years we have evolved - scientifically - more than in the 50 years before that) we still think that war will take us anywhere. It's not that I think that world peace (dont you love the "miss" pageants?) would solve every problem, it's just that we are setting a shameful example for generations to come on problem solving, on conflict resolution, on accepting the difference from others, et cetera, et cetera. Many people I know wish for world peace. I always tell them there IS world peace, in MY world! If each one of us fellow human beings were to live in a peaceful world of our own, the face of our planet and the identity of humanity would be so much different from what it is now.

I am commited to finding peace in my own world. Are you?

Thank you for reading,

D.