The two voices in my head…

Yesterday it happened again.

I was listening to a talk by the photographer Greg Constantine who was given the stage at the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum in DC to present his ongoing photography project on the ethnic minority of the Rohingya people who are facing a genocide like situation in Burma.

And while I was sitting there in a huge hall filled with hundreds of people I suddenly heard these two voices in my head.

One was telling me how great it is that so many people came to listen to him and the things he had to express for the sake of the people otherwise no one would listen too. How great it is that he was given this platform and what his presentation might could result in for the ones he cares about.

The other voice though was not that encouraging. It was telling me that we saw such efforts already so many times. The voice was suggesting that many of the people must have come only for free food and drinks after. It was telling me how fake this whole thing was and that at the end Greg’s precious efforts would, as so often, end up nowhere.

I let the two voices in my head argue for some time till I told the negative one to just shut up.

Why? Because if I would let this voice take overhand everything I believe in would be in vain, good for nothing, without meaning or purpose, lifeless, senseless.

I often wonder how long one can keep up this fight against this lethargic and ignorant  mindset that has already infected the souls of so many people without them even recognizing.

I will continue fighting and put the other me in its barriers as good and as long as I can.

The hope dies last.