Turn on the television on any given day and examine what meets the eye - strife, greed,war of one kind or another, in the name of some noble sounding purpose or another. I see hungry children dying. I see lives lost in the name of some jingoistic fervor, a horrible reality wrapped in fuzzy sounding abstract nouns like freedom and liberty.
I am a part of the system; the world is a reflection of me. I am a part of the whole but as I stand apart, I realize that as a human being, I have insulated myself from the many uglinesses that we impose upon our fellow beings- war, death, hunger, torture. I lose myself every day in the glitter and gaiety of my existence. I hide in the transient comfort of my secure life, seemingly far away from the strife that is actually very very close and personal. I feel self righteous when I recycle my plastics and eat organic food to help "save the planet" or when I donate to a charity. I release my self from feeling any other pain because that would be the end of my glowing freedom.
|"Strife"11" by 14" Acrylic on Canvas|