i feel angry, upset, hurt, hopeless, and empty at the same time. it is disheartening that this is our reality; that there are people out there who commit these atrocities towards other people, and people who continue to allow these abuses to occur. i say 'out there' like i'm referring to a distant land that we all must keep away from—a singular, dangerous place that we can simply avoid. but the truth is, it's the very world we live in
the scene where rachel weisz, tears in her eyes, tries desperately to get raya and the other girls to come with her after the raid, angrily and frustratingly questioning the humanity of the men in the room, was so real, so haunting, and so difficult to watch. it didn't help when the film revealed that not a single person was held accountable or faced charges. how incredibly fucked up... it's the type of thing that affirms my atheism, yet, strangely, it is also the kind that calls me to prayer. i am torn. i hope for a better world. i'd like to keep believing in it. we have to. but i also hope hell is real and it awaits us
i may have watched this at a crucial time—with the recent inauguration of a new pope and the philippine elections this upcoming monday. these events will determine our future. they will either bring us closer to a better world or push us further away from it. i guess we're gonna have to make a point of choosing to do what's right to achieve the former—and if we're just that unfortunate to be stuck with the latter, then may we find hope in defeat—the kind that compels us to do something about it. i don't know... what else is there?
i feel angry, upset, hurt, hopeless, and empty at the same time. it is disheartening that this is our reality; that there are people out there who commit these atrocities towards other people, and people who continue to allow these abuses to occur. i say 'out there' like i'm referring to a distant land that we all must keep away from—a singular, dangerous place that we can simply avoid. but the truth is, it's the very world we live in
the scene where rachel weisz, tears in her eyes, tries desperately to get raya and the other girls to come with her after the raid, angrily and frustratingly questioning the humanity of the men in the room, was so real, so haunting, and so difficult to watch. it didn't help when the film revealed that not a single person was held accountable or faced charges. how incredibly fucked up... it's the type of thing that affirms my atheism, yet, strangely, it is also the kind that calls me to prayer. i am torn. i hope for a better world. i'd like to keep believing in it. we have to. but i also hope hell is real and it awaits us
i may have watched this at a crucial time—with the recent inauguration of a new pope and the philippine elections this upcoming monday. these events will determine our future. they will either bring us closer to a better world or push us further away from it. i guess we're gonna have to make a point of choosing to do what's right to achieve the former—and if we're just that unfortunate to be stuck with the latter, then may we find hope in defeat—the kind that compels us to do something about it. i don't know... what else is there?
