Tuesday, September 21, 2010

justice

I know I'm supposed to pass through this phase. I know when I look back I'll hardly even remember it. But that doesn't make it easy at the moment. Life is hard right now, full of questions and doubts and fears. It's the all-too-familiar process of adjustment to a new home. All my physical needs are well cared for, but that lack of rote distraction might be making the emotional adjustment more weighty.

There's also been a slew of bad and not-great news coming my way. A bit of happy news as well, but somehow even the happy news feels sad for some reason.

Plus, while I'm thrilled to be back into the world of social development in the Arab world, it means I get to hear plenty of sad stories at work, too!

And then I run into statements written on the blogosphere about the challenges of keeping a house clean, or the right to use a baby carrier. People's sense of suffering and injustice about things I may agree with but have trouble attributing much significance to, or else things that I don't agree with at all.

Sometimes I feel like their wounds dismiss the pain felt in my own wounds entirely.

What is justice? Who defines justice? If you follow my blog, you know I have a strong sense of justice. I believe some things are absolutely wrong and yearn to see more of other things in our world. How do I respond when other people's sense of justice is violated and I can't find it in my heart to empathise?

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