So I don’t know what to say.
Remember this house that I so lovingly wrote about last post?
Well, a rocket was launched not far from it this morning.
I called my grandfather to make sure he was OK- but it turns out he is in a different city, further in- so he wasn’t home when it happened.
Seriously, I hate having an opinion on all of this. It’s so difficult for me- so I will say this once, and it is ONLY MY opinion.
I hate war. I hate it.
The fight over Israel will never end. Everyone wants a piece of the tiny country- smaller than the state of New York!
I understand that we are all the children of Abraham, and that we all deserve to live where we want, but it’s difficult to live in one country with two very different points of view: Democracy/ Dictatorship.
I hate that innocent people have to get hurt. I wish everyone could just live in peace with one another and respect one another.
But alas, not everyone believes in democracy.
Not everyone believes in Israel’s right to exist. It’s like someone saying, “Well, I don’t recognize China as a Country.”
What does that mean?
Both my maternal and paternal grandparents fled their respective countries because of religious persecution. They all ended up in Israel- the country that was promised to them after the Holocaust. The one country that promised religious freedom.
Why does our religious freedom have to come with a price? Why must there always be a fight, a struggle?
I envision a world that is democratic- a place where everyone can speak their mind, dress how they choose, love who they want- without worry.
I just wish everyone wanted that.