One by one people between ages of 13 and 30 began sitting on the sides of the roads. They refused to do anything. They just sat there watching the cars go by through the city streets, the side roads, the big roads and even the highways.
At the beginning people would stop and give them something to eat. Others wanted to sit by them and start a conversation.
Some of the conversations went something like this:
- How long have you been here?
- R- I don’t know
- How much longer do you plan to stay?
- R- It doesn’t matter
- Can we talk about it?
- R-What is there to talk about?
Tell me why you are sitting here all day long, not working, studying or doing something useful.
The young man looked at the questioner and started talking;
“ There is nothing much to be said or done, because you see, people from your generation have already made such a mess that it would be very difficult to make things different”, after breathing hard, he continued, “This is specially true, because you just do not step down, so that real changes can take place”
What do you mean, asked the older man.
The young person said:” You started or continued so many wars, everywhere in the world, that there isn’t a single place where people are not hurting due to your callous ways. You have polluted every water, soil and air source, and you are incapable of healing the earth and the people injured by your acts”.
“You want us to fight for causes that we do not see as just”. Your greed has built needs into people’s lives that they did not have before. Your generations have created a complex trade that makes things that do not last, because is not good business, and you make people believe that they should work more to have more of those perishable things”.
The older man listened and began to cry.
The young man began to write on the asphalt a list of places where people were hurting:
Name after name was added to the list. Others joined them and added more names.
While writing they remembered a relative, a close friend, whose life was profoundly linked to each place. And the list grew and grew, until there were no more known names to add.
People of all ages were crying, at the same time that smiles appeared on their faces remembering good times with the people mentioned from each place.
They also remembered times of joy, dance, laughter and good food and music. Each portion of the earth was like a sacred place bearing the best fruit of that site.
What was the next step?
If only the old ways would go away, and let the young people try new approaches to thinking, living and sharing.
If only those who want to do good without a hidden interest or agenda, could start a new way of life with signs of hope and change.
If only we now could hear the voices of the innocent. The voices of all those who have not killed, robbed, tricked or in anyway hurt their neighbor.
If in this moment of so much grief and uncertainty we could see the faces of the young being hurt by the actions of the powerful, maybe we can start listening and changing, before they decide to do nothing, and sit by the side of the road.
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