It might be wrong and it might be right
A Post subject to debate
Not trying to make up a theology now;
But somehow it seems as if in my mind
There are two types of people those who oppose injustice, and those who don’t.
Those who will fight the good fight and those who won’t
And it has been established in the back of my mind that those who stand against injustice and fight corruption are the stronger
The more courageous,
The ones who sacrifice the most,
More true to themselves
Here it is the more true to THEMSELVES.
Versus the apathetic
But those who fight are not always the ones more true to themselves
From what it seems sometimes one can shake a fist
Revolt, not out of being true to one self
On the contrary
To hush his own self
Not out of courage, but out of fear
Fear of facing his personal injustice
Hiding in the injustice of others
It is easier to defend a cause, then to confront your own
For to defend a cause, you are more noble, a hero
But to defend your right to live, is too messy, too self-centered
I am coming to sympathize with the apathetic
For perhaps the apathetic have failed to contribute to the greater good
But succeeded in failing both
Dealing with his own injustice that led him to be indifferent towards horrible things
And failed contributing to the greater good of the community
And if Sacrifice is the giving up (something valued) for the sake of other considerations
Isn’t the apathetic the one sacrificing more?
Perhaps one’s sense of responsibility towards others in a less fortunate state is mistakenly used as measure to someone’s degree of humility and goodness in his own eyes.
Perhaps whether one is apathetic or not when it comes to injustice in other’s lives, has nothing to do with one’s humbleness and nobility
But everything to do with one’s response to pain and injustice in his own life
Perhaps it’s not a matter of nobility, but a matter of vulnerability.
And vulnerability is the high value to be sought after.
Vulnerability is what really saves in the mess,
A protesting fist and a loud voice doesn’t always do the job
It might make one sleep in peace, but doesn’t bring food to the table
Perhaps it takes a limping leg, to walk slower, see more, and see those who are slower
After all the ONE, who saved, fought and won.
But he still seeks..us with a vulnerable heart.
“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.” CS LEWIS