Most of the times, it’s easy to point the blame at someone, and label the other party as the injured victims. But not all victims are easy to recognize. They don’t necessarily have to be at the direct end of the violence and abuse to feel hurt.
Because sometimes, the forgotten victims are those bystanders, witnessing… and losing a little bit of hope in the process.
It’s the child who listened to her parents shouting, and slowly started to believe that relationships are bound to hurt.
It’s the boy who grew up watching graphic angry fights and anarchic actions, and grew up believing that violence might solve something.
It’s the little girl who heard how other girls are judged and complimented, and tearfully believed that the only way to be accepted is to be “pretty“.
It’s the student who quietly witnessed how a teacher praised his friends, and believed that intelligence, talent, and worthiness is only measured in grades.
It’s the teenager who watched corrupt individuals rose to power, and unconsciously accepted that the only way to survive is to lie.
It’s the reader who reads the news on fraud, tortures, and wars, and be convinced that humanity has lost its compassion.
It’s the man who observed friends and colleagues stabbed one another for a promise of promotions, and assumed that there’s no one that can be trusted.
It’s the man… and women… around us. It might even be the person, staring back in the mirror.
Have we unwittingly, unintentionally pushes someone into a corner… and cause them to lose a little bit of faith in the process?
We all could be the victims. Just like how we all could be the perpetrators.
However, I hope that we can be more mindful of whatever it is we are doing. Because if we think about it, all of them… and all of us together… we are just fellow humans, looking for trust, compassion, acceptance, and hope.
Because hey, if there are hidden victims… then surely, there are hidden heroes, right? 🙂