It’s been a few weeks since I touched base here on my personal blog. I thought I share something I decided to post on Annaborgia’s blog today, and for a chance, it has nothing to do with Fashion. It’s really hard to keep talking about fabrics while the world is crumbling down. Here it goes:
I’ve been conflicted about writing this post and pondering what feels appropriate to write about in times of great tragedy. We’re quickly learning to desensitize ourselves to the many shocking images we see on our screens, ISIS cutting heads and destroying millennial historic wonders, unstoppable gun violence that even made it to live tv, and wars – war all over the world in so many shapes and forms. We’ve been going to the moon and back, and we’re exploring the mysterious universe and this wonderful opportunity at life we’re given, but still there are way too many people who prefer violence than to respectfully move towards a common objective. It really baffles me. I may be naive or simplistic but I really can’t understand why people don’t accept diversity in the knowledge that we are who we are and this patchwork is our very humanity.
I think this week I reached my point where I needed to be numbed. I am haunted by the image of that delicate little boy washed ashore a Turkey’s beach, laying helplessly without life. His dad said he and his brother slipped from his arms in turbulent waters during one of the many ‘crossings of hope’ towards Europe from the war zone in Syria.
I know many have died before him, brothers, sisters, mothers, men. And what’s more appalling is that there are individuals out there that take advantage of someone’s life tragedy (them fleeing war) to charge a high sum of money to be stuck on a feeble boat like sardines in the hope to reach a new happier life. But so many times I have witnessed from afar, many of these boats never made it to the promised land. The same men that took these refugees money and all they had, take them straight to their deaths. Heartlessly sinking not just boats, but lives, hopes and futures. Extinguishing their light before they reach salvation.
I am familiar with the routine, I watch it on tv everyday. Powerless.
But this time, I really can’t shake it out of my system. The little boy’s innocent delicate face, peacefully lying on the sand, as if he was resting, just like any of our children in their soft, comfortable beds.
I found myself haunted by the shrieking note of his happy red shirt. Kids wear red all the time, isn’t it one of their favorite colors? They wear it when they laugh, when they make funny faces, when they play, or cry, or spit their food all over the place. Red is a color that screams life and energy! But that little body had lost that life and energy forever. To me, that red t-shirt said it all.
I am sorry to torment you with this unusual post but, I just wanted to pause for a moment and acknowledge his life. I will never be tired of saying that life is so precious, and all aspects of being creative are such wonderful expressions of how our minds can open up wonders to us. I wish everyone would have the chance to experience that. Especially children who are naturally talented to absorb positiveness and take it to the next level.
Photo by Oscar Keys