There's more of us than there are of them

When it all feels like too much, remember this

I can’t take this any more, a familiar voice arises, from deep within.

I can’t take this any more, but this isn’t about me.

I can’t take this any more, but watching horror unfold from afar is not the same as living through it.

I can’t take this any more, well who are you to say so, from your position of relative safety?

I can’t take this any more, OK then, get over yourself and go and do something useful. Help. Make a difference. You can do more than you think.

There’s more of us than there are of them

This voice is no stranger. She surfaces whenever needless death or suffering is purposely inflicted on fellow human beings, which is not only frequent, but constant, which I won’t ever get my head around. She’s angry, she’s hurting, and she’s desperately trying to make sense of it, which is impossible — there is no making sense of such atrocity.

Whenever we feel wretched at the state of the world, our instinct is to hide or to freeze — we get trapped in survivor mode.

Instead, let us remind ourselves that there’s more of us than there are of them.

There’s more of us, fighting for peace, than there are of them, disrupting it.

There’s more of us, who can’t abide violence, than there are of them, instigating it.

There’s more of us, standing with victims, than there are of them, creating victims.

There’s more of us, always.

Which makes us so much more powerful than we realise…