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Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Aporia (3)

I feel that I must conclude this series of posts. Not that I have come to any conclusions on life and death. And I'm still not sure if I can be comfortable with the changes we're witnessing lately. The contradictions of modern Western civilization. It's an age where we insist on the protection of our rights and yet; the rights of others are often ignored or breached. We are happy to espouse the rhetoric of inclusion and equality but cringe when we have to apply these principles into practice.

May be we feel threatened by our differences as a human society, but that is no excuse to trample and even dehumanise people. This has happened in my case as a disabled person. And people still commit the same mistake of thinking that my body is a curse. That my life is a burden on my country. Words that are not spoken but often thought.

The same language of intolerance is invoked in the case of people having African descent. Those who denigrate these people do not admit to their racism but present themselves as patriots, defenders of our national cultural identity. Thus, contradicting the very same cultural principles of respect of other people coming from other cultural backgrounds. What is it - tell me, the cause of this vile intolerance to the other?

Don't they understand that we do not choose where we are born, whether we are male or female, whether we have an impairment, or that we are not always able to choose our life circumstances? Does it make sense to hate people because they are black? Because they happen to be Men or women? Or even because they are disabled? Yet, people do and will probably continue doing so.

Again, we forget that all of us must face death. That we all want to live a happy life. But, again, we may be afraid of change and remain attached to our inflexible worldviews where we know best, or to our desire to protect our 'identity'. Can I be angry at this reality? Would it solve anything?

What I know for sure is that, in view of death, life becomes precious and unique. Yet, it involves a degree of pain and suffering. But no real growth can take place if we are unwilling to face it. For we do not know what there is beyond this life. We don’t have all the answers. Can we afford to stop asking and wish for the ultimate unknown?