Yesterday was Remembrance Day here in Canada. As a child, I would go to parade and watch as my father participated. As an adult, I would attend out of honour and duty to those who have served the country and for those who lost their lives during war. It has been ingrained in us that we should consider these people heroes, giving the ultimate sacrifice for their country.
I do not disagree. They did give their lives fighting for what they believed in. I will not take that away from anyone.
What troubles me is that I want peace in the world. I know many people want peace in this world; yet we create things like movies, books, and yes, parades, to glorify war…all in the name of peace. It feels like an oxymoron. I am conflicted.
I, too, once considered a military career. I had trained myself physically for the task, and I truly believed that this was a career path that made sense. Life chose something different for me, and I believe there must have been some universal or divine intervention on that one because I do not know how I would have managed a career such as that with the inner turmoil I feel when it comes to war and fighting other humans.
So, how do we justify the wars and losses of life when we look at a world pining for peace? How can we move forward when we constantly remind ourselves of the conflict that we could not overcome without mercilessly killing other humans? Will our human race ever be able to rise above the seemingly ingrained desire to fight in order to create a harmonious planet?
I did shed tears yesterday, as I often do on the eleventh day of the eleventh month. I shed tears this year because I fear that we will never achieve that balance, globally. Not so long as we have people who are willing and eager to eliminate others because they believe that their way is the right or only way.