There is a place in the heart of the city where people go to disappear. It’s a place you often pass by on your daily route to work, shopping or whatever else you choose to spend you time, money and energy on. But you don’t realise they are there. You pretend not to see them. Not to know that these neighbourhoods are different.
We fear different. We oppose and react to whatever we don’t understand.
We don’t even try to change things. We simply acknowledge that they are not how they should.
And so, we continue our lives, and more people simply disappear out of theirs.
Because it is not easy to actually live. To have a life that fulfils you and completes you. People are used to existing. And documenting their existence to prove to others that they are doing things worthwhile. In reality, trying to convince themselves that they matter.
We close our eyes to those who need help. Because we don’t want to assume the responsibility of change.
And then we protest that nothing ever changes or improves. Like a vicious circle we ourselves feed.