I encountered an interesting event this afternoon. I was walking back to my lodging on the 2nd floor when I saw a fight between three kids, probably 4 years old, and a cat. One of the kids held a kitten on his hand and another kid was trying to pull a kitten from the cat’s mouth. I asked one of the kid what were they doing and he replied that they were trying to save the kittens from being eaten by a cat. That cat, however, is the mother of those kittens and I’m quite sure about it; I encountered that cat when she was pregnant and I watched her sleeping with those kittens once. So, I think that cat was trying to take her kittens away from those kids by picking her kittens with her mouth and these kids thought she was trying to eat those kittens. Seemed like a big misunderstanding.
But the point of the story is about thinking carefully about righteousness-motivated action. Those kids thought they were on the good side by trying to protect the lives of the kittens from a cannibalistic feline; that cat thought she’s trying to protect her children from three giant carnivores.
Does it sound familiar? Big examples are big nations going to war to help, to promote democracy, to preserve stability, et cetera. But aren’t we all do something like that in our life? Think about it!
“I have brought peace, freedom, justice, and security to my new Empire!”
One of my limited friends, who goes by the name Natasya, once told me of her not so mood-lifting experience. She was once given responsibility to ensure the success of an event. The preparation was bumpy, with setbacks here and there; the process, at the very least, wasn’t easy for her. Her organization – or if you think it’s not save to attribute it to an organization since organization itself is not “living” in a conventional perspective, the people in her organization – was constantly asking her about the progress of the project, which she strongly told me was highly uncomfortable for her. She restrained herself from entering her office, from meeting her co-workers, because, as she described it to me, felt like “being hit with phone books from every direction”. Questions like “how’s your project going?” and even the stare of her co-workers were significantly devastating for her.
I didn’t know if I can ever truly understand her feeling, I wasn’t her, and that experience wasn’t mine; but now I can relate. I’m not sure if this is the kind of feeling she had, but the pattern is similar enough. I’m feeling like “being hit with phone books from every direction” every time people asked me about the organization I’m entrusted with. And similarly, I’m restraining myself from entering my office because my co-workers look me with “it’s your fault” kind of look. But she stayed strong, and so will I.
On a highly unrelated trivial note, she was the first student I voluntarily introduced my name to on my university ground. And no, the introduction wasn’t started with pick up line.