Sometimes I feel that those fighting on the battlefield have an advantage over those fighting their own personal battles. At least they know their enemy, have weapons in hand, and a plan to fight. Yes, they lose lives, their bodies are broken, and there is terrible destruction—but at least their war can be seen.
Many of us are fighting our battles secretly. Hidden battles are worse, fought in silence. You can’t tell anyone; you have to keep fighting, yet you must pretend that everything is fine. At least those people can cry and tell the world what they are going through. But we can not open our hearts to anyone. We have to keep it all inside and fight endlessly.
If there is a war over there, there is a war here too. Sometimes I feel no sympathy for them—perhaps because it’s easier to feel compassion when we’re not fighting our own battles. But when we are at war, our own fight becomes so overwhelming that the struggles of others seem less important.
The harsh reality is that war has become almost normal. People living in a free world are becoming less compassionate day by day. War must end – whether it is fought on the battlefield or the personal battles that people fight quietly in their everyday lives.