Yes, I cried to-day

Yes I cried to-day, warm tears trickled down my old cheeks. All the feelings I have for people and all beings is love. I have no hatred.

If I speak loud, or write insolent words, it is merely to pour out my feelings in different ways, to ask why we cannot love every one without building barriers around those who are different.

In Sri Lanka there was a war it was a war to end terrorism. Terrorism is against all human norms of living. Terrorism is to perpetrate extreme hatred to others who are different in colour, in speech or in worship, or for the way they live and the way they think. I write against terrorism because it is against my concept of human relations because it is destructive, painful, and sad.

Terrorism kills, destroys and burns all that belongs to the other to satisfy a dream, a principle, But terrorism could also be in the way we live our every daily lives. My neighbour who throws things at me or spray perfume on to my terrace , because they do not like the smell of what I eat is also in a way a terrorist.

The neighbour who denies me my parking place because my car partially blocks the entrance to his house is also a terrorist, the neighbour who calls the police when my music disturbs them are also terrorists. Because they make me live in fear, fear of their disturbing my peace outside, as well as that peace within me..

If I take guns or stones or use bad words to deter them doing what they do or show my displeasure by not speaking to them, then I too become a terrorist not acting according to human norms. Those terrorists I cannot kill but with them I could use other arms which would be dissuasive.

To satisfy the neighbour who does not like the smell of my food, I will cook which has no bad smells, to satisfy the neighbour who does not like where I park my car, I will change the place of my parking. To satisfy the neighbour who does not like my music, I will change my music, I may have given into them, and doing so I may have made a sacrifice. Let that be a sacrifice for peace, a sacrifice to create an atmosphere to live without harassment, without anger, without rancour, and without fear.

But the terrorist who kills, destroys, and for pleadings , demands and requests , answers by more repression, and terror it may even be necessary to destroy them so that others may live in peace. So that others may live normal human lives not with, anger, hatred and jealousy, but with love, affection, and cooperation.

I cried as my heart swelled with sadness because suddenly I realised I have lived for nothing, my life is meaningless , as what I want for the people around me, those of my motherland, and those living beyond in the world is peace to live normal human lives, but when that hope becomes an illusion within the four wall I live, it becomes an untenable sadness raising tears of despair.(15 June,2010 at 17 hours)