Last Friday, I headed over to my Sister's house for a night of homemade pizza, catching-up, wine, family & the Olympics. It was a blast and a half. Much of this mainly due to the fact that my Brother-in-Law is British and has a fantastic habit of making snarky comments directed at both America & the UK. Between the wine, his sarcasm and my weekend mood- I was a happy camper (in fact, THIS made me laugh to the point of ugly tears and convulsions- so funny!).
But the prevailing feeling of the night for me had little to do with sarcasm or nationalism- but rather, humanitarianism. I understand that in the politically-minded society we live in, the following statement may make many people compartmentalize me into a political box. I would ask that you NOT. This comment wholly comes from the kindest part of my soul and in asking it, I'm shedding the reality of economic reason and historical interpretation (thank you College for giving me the wherewithal to understand the difference). I understand we don't live in an ideal world and I'm aware that complex problems cannot be solved by idealistic, simple, bottom-line answers...
but I must ask but I couldn't help but wonder:
Why do we all have to fight?
I watched Country after Country parade across the screen and was enamored with their cultural pride as much as I was their overall involvement in the ceremonies. I love the differences between each region, I love what everyone brings to the table- instead of war after war after war: Wouldn't it just be nice to celebrate our country's individuality, familiarize ourselves with others' and compete respectfully?
Your sometimes-Hippie blogger friend. :)