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  Quiet Desperation      Holding on to each and every breath, waiting for a moment. Praying for a day, that never truly comes.      The lives of the men who came before me, constantly living in a world of despair. From daily interactions, to the simply milestones of life- an act so simple, yet dark in nature. The very thought of a moment, where a breakthrough finally occurs. And yet- it never happens.      Praying for a miracle leads most men desperate. They live their lives, believing that their faith will be rewarded. Stumbling, day after day, hoping that our Creator will bless them with abundance, as the tides of fortune finally turn their direction. So long they pray, until finally- their days become no more.      A never-ending cycle of desperation. Where belief has scarred over into complacency. A pipe dream of a world in which they live in, slowly fades into he shadows forever again.      How many of ...

We’ve reached a turning point.        Yet again, another obstacle has presented itself in the path towards a peaceful and prosperous future. The never-ending campaign of division, has yet again reached new heights. After all the chaos, after all the violence, only one question remains- what comes next, now?      The reality that we now face, here in the West, is grim. The path forward in which we as a people get to continue our lives, is shrinking quicker by the day. As more time erodes, so does the option of making peace with those who we call our neighbours. Those who we walk beside in the streets. Those who we share an office-space with during our breaks. Those who we participate with during our extracurricular activities and leisures. The dream of continuing, as is, is fading— fast.      For close to 100 years, we have lived in relative peace within our society. Minus the odd outburst or spontaneous combustions- here in the West, we ...

Landing in China, something struck me. Within 2 minutes of being here, in a foreign country, my eyes picked up on something that seemed so strange. And yet, when said out loud, it seems like such an obvious statement.      Everybody is Chinese.        The entire country, constructed out of the same people. An entire nation, build around those who have been here for centuries. A people, which have called this land their home since before the Qing Dynasty united the country for the first time.      And yet, I couldn’t help but wonder- Why are my own people not allowed to do the same? Why is it, that my ancestors, are forced to mix and mingle? Why is it that my homeland, my home country, is forced to accept millions upon millions of foreigners, who do not care nor share my values?        The more time I spent thinking about this question, the angrier I became. Having spent my whole life, being fed a lie from those in p...