It’s been a month, and the new year continues evolving into something I’m happy about. To my surprise, time has slowed into a mindset no longer foreign. Learning another language is more of a normalcy than hearing English spoken every day. I ponder with hope and enthusiasm as to what the next months will bring.
Different cultures maneuver, walking along narrow cobblestone streets as if a part of multi-instrumental symphonies. This is something I’ve never found in California. I guess because cars are the primary mode of movement and courtesy is non-existent. Not owning an automobile in Europe, for me, is unconditional.
At the start of 2024, I was watching BBC and one newscaster’s comments have stayed with me. “This year has been oversaturated with nothing but depressing news. But as we observe our part of the world’s fireworks, because the ones from America are hours away, it comes to mind that for these few minutes, we are one.” I watched interview snippets from artists, athletes, writers, musicians, teachers, and students from the UK, Australia, Eastern and Western Europe, particularly Ukraine, Africa, New Zealand, Thailand, South Korea, Beijing, and various Scandinavian countries—and the same tone was repeated . . . peace and working together for mankind’s survival. I thought, can unconditional love get any better? Would the people in America, when the new year comes, embrace this simplistic idea? I was born in the States, and after all these years, still contemplate if the masses can see the light through the thick forest?!
Differences are something really sticking to me this February, the month of love. I think of friends I no longer have connections with because of our life’s views, or family members who have strayed away and probably don’t even know where I live in the world, to the politicians’ toxic ideals. Is the saying true: one person’s unconditional love is another’s unconditional poison?
This year’s fireworks have given me reasons to embrace an unconditional love for people. I remember the wonderment of all ages, families with children, and shades of skin colors bonding together counting down to the new year. I felt an unconditional hope for a better year as singing, holding hands, hugging, and embracing to the live music playing in the park.
Europe isn’t Utopia, I know, but from where I sit, there’s a light at the end of tunnel called proactive problem solving.
Ironically, wars are wars, and those who continue waging them are slipping into a desperate quagmire. I truly believe the masses will show them, because of the unconditional love for humanity.
I hope as the year proceeds, differences will be quickly settled, and the fireworks that memorialized at the beginning will still carry wonder . . . hopefully, at a slower pace, to keep memories from fading of what good there CAN be.
Sharing a picture of my family’s unconditional love. We were kids at my grandmother’s house one winter’s Christmas. I smile because as cousins we all had those fireworks inside. I’m the one wearing a dark top, standing next to my cousin in a white top.