In the presence of such turmoil, only bad choices can be made. The world is currently in despair, over-informed, indecisive and scared. The younger generation stairs in despair and confusion, with politics hitting extremes that it never had before. We're witnessing history's stories unfold and change and we plead ourselves guilty. We don't know how to change the river course of society's path and we don't know which path will lead us to disaster and which will save us.
No matter what people say, history is only easy in retrospect. When it is lived, it does not sink it nor is it properly absorbed by our souls and lives. We don't understand the exact point that led us wrongly, we don't understand if what we're doing is right or wrong. There is no right or wrong, there is only belief and rationality to inspire our guidance forward. Or maybe it's only hope.
The monumental Brexit vote hit home hard for many. A country that I admired so greatly has chosen a sentiment of superiority, of conflicting views and internal agony. It's strong anti-immigrant stance has left many Eastern Europeans feeling the rear head of the ugliness that is racism. It's interesting to see how in times of crisis people result to categorisation of division. Us versus them. Us, the English, versus them, the immigrants. It's always this that appears in tense times.
This decisive referendum has caused a constitutional crisis never before seen in England. It's causing politics to spilt itself apart and pretend it isn't. It's causing people to reflect on what politics in England means, and post-referendum, to actually research what the European Union meant as well.
America is arguably in no better situation. With Clinton and Trump as running candidates, the real question in the elections was not who's more qualified but rather who's the lesser of the two evils. For Americans, the answer was Trump.
It's both painful and interesting to me to have witnessed two grand decisions that could affect me but that I have no voice in. I could not vote in the country that I live in, that I study in; in a country that single-handedly shredded the history and significance of the European Union because it decided it's better off existing on it's own. I could neither vote for the American electoral candidates; I couldn't vote for the Great Power country that greatly affects foreign relations and policy; most notably, in my own country.
I felt quit amid the loud voices of opinion. I stated what I knew, and tried to form an opinion. There are always people there to counter, to say their opinion louder with more strength and knowledge. I felt powerless and a mere observer of what everyone thought. I felt like a parrot with a little mind; quoting other people who were quoting others.
I deeply believed the European Union to be a great concept of idealism that brought nations together after the struggles of a horrible war. The history of the European Union fascinated me, and I studied the European Union law as part of my course. It felt like a unique hybrid of structural systems in the world that brought together divided states,like a dove of peace that flew from country to country.
It was my only idealism, as a half Eastern European. I've somewhat saw myself changing from left to right, and my only sense of belief in politics was the European Union. Ironically, it was shut down by the very country I chose to move in.
England was a country who's educational system I admired greatly. I was brought up in it; I was fascinated by the culture, the history, the country. It seemed the country didn't feel the same way about me. I suppose I can't blame England; it was fed garbage lies by garbage politicians, and it was given this in the right time.
Europe was suffering a crisis of terrorism it hasn't seen before. Of course, when Europe suffers, the world must too. The Middle East was always in crisis; but it wasn't until Europe was affected that the world started paying a bit more attention.
The crisis in Paris and Brussels left Europeans shocked but quickly forgetting the events. When the Syrian refugees crisis happened, it left Europeans in a moral crisis. What is the right thing to do? Nobody knew.It let to a cultural war of us versus them; of Western European thought versus the traditional Islamic world. Germany, refuting it's horrific past, accepted immigrants with open arms. This led to a lot of criticism, especially after a woman was raped by a Syrian immigrant.
It's weird to realise how all these events will shape consequences for future generations. How will the children of the future see this as? Will they think they are safer than we are, away from history's wrongly imprisonment?
Probably. That's how we see ourselves. Netanyahu, the great Israeli prime minister, always says : 'Never again'. It is of course a political subliminal message, but it's meaning is lost in reality. Perhaps never again do we make mistakes, but we always do make mistakes. Inevitably, human nature is always to be conflicted with it's own existence.
