Realistic fiction
“I live to feed the poor, treat the sick, exterminate war and spread pacifism.”
I want to believe I am a “Mother Theresa” or a “Ghandi” in-making. For those who believe, they will be awed with encouragement. For non-believers they merely twitch with skepticism. For others, they rely on their hopes and prayers being heard.
When there are more believers empowering the social attitude; where people believe in their dreams; where adults are taken afar by a child’s innocence. We then strive to make every inch cube which we breath in, to be as tolerable and comfortable. We tend to make our living happier. We do not just survive.
When non-believers scatter more than the former, we dwell in their beliefs over time, the reality is bleak. Nobody puts anymore effort in ensuring the safety of the children and women. Instead, we rely more of our heavy arsenal and our young men at war to ensure that other non-believers blow up.
The truth is, unfortunately, what I see now is that we have more non-believers than the former. Hence, the statement above is merely read as fictional filled with idealism. Right now, we are all pawns to our own minds to being non-believer realists.