It’s cold today. The sky is grey and dreary. I went to choir practise at church this morning, and then waited outside for my dad to pick me up. The icy wind was like the rush of an ethereal cavalry. It tore at my clothes. I stood still in the cold, wrapping my arms around myself. The sun was shining then, but it was a cold cheerless light, a lie, for there was no warmth, even though the sun’s rays were reflecting off the dark wet concrete. And the truth about this world is that it is full of lies. The media warps the truth so we can no longer believe anything that we read in the newspapers or hear on the news. I certainly don’t trust them anymore. According to them, my favourite actor would’ve had three marriages, all to the same person. He’s still a bachelor. According to them, a feudal system where the serfs were treated worse than slaves is better than a communist government that tries to bring the locals to modernity and expose them to the outside world.
The funny thing is, many people would rather hold onto those lies than face the truth, because they don’t want themselves to be shown in a bad light. We would rather die than admit that we were wrong. Is that not part of human nature? To humble oneself is such a difficult thing, but it is what we have been encouraged to do throughout the ages.
Speaking of this, the Church has always said that we must reconcile and forgive one another, and yet, so many people have committed atrocities in her name. The Crusades, for instance. No one has apologized for the massacres which occurred in that time. The hatred still lingers, causing a divide between the east and the west. The other day, I passed a billboard with an advertisement for an insurance company. It happily urged people to ‘join the crusade’. They seem to have forgotten that the crusades were not very noble at all. In fact, if I mention the word crusader to the average person in my city, they would most likely think of the local rugby team, the Crusaders. Why are the shameful parts of history so easily forgotten and covered up with lies or euphemisms? True, some of the crusaders were honourable men, but we must remember that many of them were not. Those crusaders whom I admire were not honourable because they were crusaders. It was just part of their nature to be honourable.
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I have not written anything today, except for a few reviews, review replies, and this blog entry. I know I ought to have gone through with my morning journaling session, but bed was very warm and good. It is the weekend after all, and I am allowed to go a bit slack on my routine. Anyway, there is a lot to study this weekend, because I have test on Monday.
The magpie hasn’t returned. I wonder what has happened to her. Yesterday I saw a pigeon. It was fluttering from window to window, as if it was trying to attract attention. It might be a very normal thing to see pigeons, but to be honest, I haven’t seen that many where I live. Albatrosses and seagulls are more common in the city square. It was special, and beautiful. I do like birds, and I would love to be able to fly. It seems so free. Then again, I am afraid of heights.
