Osama Bin Laden is dead. Americans are partying in the streets. Dozens of nation’s leaders are applauding the US for finally finding and stopping this instigator of terror and destruction. Twitter is going nutso with tweets of excitement.
It is AMAZING. It is WONDERFUL.
But for me, it’s kind of a non-deal.
And why is that?
To me, the death of Osama Bin Laden highlights things I will never understand about this world; things that make me frown with confusion and cringe with disbelief.
In this global village we live in, we are so quick to celebrate an achievement of assassination. There has been a mass amount of time and money (as well as a priceless amount of precious life) wasted on hunting for this someone. So many thinkers put in so much effort to ponder and discuss the most effective way of carrying out this task. An entire nation was transfixed on this one ‘achievement’.
But there are children dying of starvation all over the world. There are people without clean drinking water. There are homeless people in first world countries. There are those who suffer from mental illnesses, who cannot speak out and who quietly suffer. People who are lost. Poor. Cold. Hungry. Forgotten.
Could you imagine the positive changes we can make in this life, if the sweat that was put into finding the number one most dangerous man (to America) was instead put into helping our fellow human, our earth, our existence?
I have some sort of idea of what that could be like. Which is why, when I hear the words: OSAMA BIN LADEN IS DEAD, all I can think is: WHERE HAS ALL THE LOVE GONE?
