I guess it is just my want for a black and white world, a world I personally understand.
I want things to be objective, but realise everyday that almost all decisions are subjective. I claim, or want to belive that my morals and ethics are all from my religion, culture, family, where I was raised...etc, but self reflection has helped me to understand everyday, although the basis of those things may come from my experience, decisions are made depending on my situation, and what I want to happen in real time
I will say more under the curly thingy.
I remember that for a long time after the soldiers and the machines of war left, I could not sleep. The noise was comforting that at least something was happening I understood...but that silence was fearful...as if it was the calm before the storm.
My personal humanity is based on my experience more than anything else, and sometimes my religion...my attempts to seek refuge in the higher being...was the only thing between civilization and savagry.
Now that I am not in a time of war, and I dont fear for my life as much, I must understand that there are flowers to enjoy, and beauty to behold, and some of those harsh things must be set aside to enjoy the rest of my life.
I still must remember how precious every life is, at every stage of it, from the womb to the tomb, but especially for myself.
I realise it will take a while to remove the burkha from my mind. It has been there a long time. Although it has hidden my tears, and sheltered me from others seeing my fear, it has also hidden the wealth of the turning stone in a river or the leaf in the breeze to learn the lessons surrounding me.