Have we all gone blind? How did we lose our sight? But do we even want to get it back?
Aide-toi et le ciel t’aidera , or the American dream, what’s the difference really?
Look at my suffering; my dignity has faded, diluted in an ideology that measures wealth while ignoring well-being. Open your eyes to this hunger for material goods that has turned into a mountain of waste. Open your eyes to this self-censorship that leads us to play the same song over and over again.
But will we dare? Will we dare to see the excess of a comfort denied to the most vulnerable among us? Will we dare to face ourselves in the light of our lives with a sense of accomplishment?
The little ritornello of adaptation sung by those who confuse resilience with “bouncing back” rings hollow. And the conductors directing the choir are shirking their responsibility by glorifying the myth of the citizen overcoming adversity. Let’s take a good look at this hero, a pitiful example of our leaders’ inability to question what needs to be questioned.
I didn’t choose this life, I didn’t choose to be born poor, I didn’t choose to stop studying due to a lack of resources, I didn’t choose to have to sell the little I own to pay for surgery.
Stop calling me resilient.
Toronto, Roncesvalles neighborhood, Canada
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