Dear World, I’m Crazy…

Dear World,

I hope you’re doing well.

I’m writing to you because it’s been a while since we last spoke. It’s also been quite some time since I last thanked you for all that you’ve done, for me, and the rest of us that inhabit you. You’ve come a long way.

Unfortunately, there seems to be an epidemic that is plaguing the world. I’m sure you can think of a number yourself, like greed, corruption, racism, poverty. I wasn’t satisfied when I thought of these. There had to be something that was the root cause for all of this madness. And in fact, the cause is madness.

You see, people have all become crazy. Being crazy is such a popular trend right now. Probably the most popular, with avocados and snapchat selfies being close runner-ups.  Some crazy for power, others for money, and others are crazy about themselves. Some are crazy for their ideology. They let their mind take over and their craziness consumes their thoughts.

But, if you look back in history, being crazy is really not all that new. It’s been there from the start. Then why such a surge in madness now? Maybe people knew how to control it better? Or maybe, without social media, everyone’s craziness was confined in their own rooms and homes.

I’m not here to hate, just to appreciate. These feelings of craziness, I want to deflate. I mean, I’m all for being crazy. It’s our craziness that has taken us to the moon, allowed us to build skyscrapers taller than we could ever imagine. It is this same craziness that has allowed us to eliminate disease from the world. Yet, it is this same craziness that has brought us so much grief.

In a world of #hashtags and profile photos to empathize with justice, we have forgotten the true essence of caring and compassion. We sit behind computer screens, like I am doing right now, and we articulate ever so eloquently, thinking we have done our part because now our ‘feelings’ have translated into a Facebook status.

It may be the tire sneaking in, but my eyes are heavy. They feel like they’re so sunken into my socket that one more tragedy won’t shake out a single tear, yet they’re so delicate and hopeful for change. I’m not sure what it is, but this craziness has crept into my soul.

I’m really not sure what to do, World. I don’t want us to stop being crazy. But how do we do it in moderation? I mean, why aren’t we crazy about each other? Crazy with love, compassion, empathy, and kindness? Where did we lose sight of what to be crazy about? When did our values shift?

Dear World, I just want you to know, that I’m crazy. I’m crazy because I want to love one another instead of hate. I want to support one another instead of fight. I want to welcome one another instead of ban. And I want to live with one another, with peace, harmony, and justice.

And, a little bit of craziness on the side.

Yours truly,

Malikah aka HijabiHeroes

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