A few years ago, I was assigned to do an article on the power of history. As I walked through a small cemetery with my family, my son kept on asking questions about war and the reason why people kill each other.
This weekend, while watching the movie, Life is Beautiful again, my son asked the same question.
And again, I had no answer.
Wherever I travel with my camera, I want to celebrate life. And so often I find that it’s something humankind – (is there still some “kind”-ness or “human”-ity in humans) has not been good at. It’s just so sad that so often human beings become the sacrifice in other people’s ideologies and powerplays.
And when I think of my son’s sincere questions, I want to hug him and tell him the world is not such a bad place.
And then I wonder if I will be lying.
It’ s not easy.