“Your perspective on life comes from the cage you were held captive in.”
― Shannon L. Alder
Since I come from a family where communism and all the walls that communist regime built had a huge impact on my ancestors´fate, visiting the Berlin Wall was an emotional moment for me. I couldn´t prevent myself from thinking about every possible kind of walls. Not only those walls physically dividing nations and families, but the walls we build to protect ourselves from everything we might feel threatened about as well. What it is that makes us so weak we want to build a wall? Is it pride? Is it fear? Or maybe a painful disappointment?
We don´t talk anymore “free and happy” to ignore. We start to mess up our hearts. What are the real walls and what is just pretending that we´re gone? Walls don´t fall without effort. What does it take?
How about building bridges instead of walls for a change…
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