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This weekend was just the kind of weekend I love, with unexpected decisions to step out of the rut of life for a while. Leaving the agenda where it lies for a while, gathering dust on the cupboard. We were able to make beautiful memories with our children, by having dinner together, walking in a slowly dawning spring sun.
I am currently waiting for my daughter's final eight sessions of rehabilitation, and we are counting them down like we used to with an advent calendar. We will both be glad when this period is over. Then of course we will have to wait and see what the long-term effect will be on her back, but we are hopeful as always.
Over the weekend, we were already discussing how difficult it is to motivate people, to encourage them to keep their heads above water. To encourage our children to go all out for the future.
How do you give children a goal for the future when the climate disaster is over before they reach adulthood, as the media keeps repeating? When schools cannot focus on their core tasks such as education? When prices rise so high that they can no longer imagine a future in which they can still make a difference or build something for themselves? Where having children is seen as an expense, not as something valuable that you can actually do in your life, but as something that threatens the planet. Where the sense of community seems to have disappeared, because that is the only thing our youth still hear, and that is what we hear as the next generation.
I am now typing this in the rehabilitation center, where they have done their best to make it an idyllic place. And when you stand at the front door, where the magnolias guard the entrance like romantic, graceful knights... you can hear the gunshots in the background.
Because on the other side of this road is a military complex where they have been practicing for weeks. We don't need to follow the news to know what our governments are doing. Planes skim over the roofs of our houses day and night, as if it were nothing. While the whole house shakes to its foundations and the decorations tremble, not knowing where to stay.
So we have a frightened youth and population, who are constantly online reading other people's opinions on whether it is even in the budget to defend us, or whether our governments have brought this upon themselves by allowing themselves to be invaded. Everyone has their opinion, and apparently it must be spouted on every platform without the slightest regard for the effects on others. In an epidemic where no one dares to answer for the consequences.
So yesterday we watched the series I mentioned above, where the Andrew Tate story is used to discuss toxic masculinity and its possible consequences. And it's a great series, I can recommend it to everyone. It really gives food for thought, and we probably need that in these times.
We need to encourage each other, to realize that the disappearance of hope can drive people to despair. In my opinion, that is also the core message of this series. Give people hope, so that extreme ideas do not appear to be a solution, but humanity can always prevail. Because you have no control over despair, it erupts into chaos. And this world deserves better, we deserve better as humanity. You deserve better!
Warm regards from a mother who carries hope forward, hoping for the best
