The Leya Experience #19 | the chosen escape
the hunt between the lines
Since the beginning of my blog, I always found meaning in being a writer. Soon it became my greatest ambition and for a long time I felt blessed and passionate about my writing accomplishments so far. However, the world makes me question my own development and wisdom. For a few years, I witnessed multiple changes in the society of the Netherlands and across the border.
In November 2024 the riots in Amsterdam shocked me to my core. Next to Utrecht, Amsterdam is my favorite city. It’s like your favorite aunt where you love to have sleepovers once in a while. It’s my aunt Amsterdam, where last week, a group of maniacs turned this city into a wild chaos. A city that is so loved and blessed by many, is now considered a place of unsafety and insecurity.
However, it is the main capital of the Netherlands. City’s like this do cope with insane riots every now and then. I remember having those riots also in the city of Eindhoven, when the curfew was implemented during COVID. People went insane and it turned the city into a madness.
It’s something that happens all the time. I need to realize that it is not something that occurs daily. Next to that, I shouldn’t be controlled by the media when it comes to my feelings and choices.
As I said earlier, I don’t consider this world as a beautiful place. Life confronts you with battles you would never ask for, choices you’d rather not make and obligations which are not part of your spirits. Somehow we become more distant to our origin.
Since the beginning of this year and even throughout 2024 I’ve watched the politics in the USA more closely than I’ve had before. Somehow being in your forties makes you more aware of politics and the consequences for our society and you realize that there’s no political party that is really defending the rights you treasure. At least, that’s how I feel.
It makes me realize I’ve spent too much time escaping. Thinking the wigs I’ve worn in the early zero’s were really my armour for life, but they’re nothing more than the chaotic masquerade that helped me escape my own responsibility. I know I did and still carry the responsibility for my parents, I’m also becoming more aware of the responsibilty for our society.
This blog, my thoughts. It should be more than a short blog about my thoughts of the day. I know I can do more. I know I should do more. The injustice should end and it’s time to publish the unsaid. Maybe publish the words that we shouldn’t say, but need to be said to open our eyes and make us aware of the ones who are our true enemies.
Because the enemies are not the ones mentioned. The real enemies are the ones with the invisible power. All we need to do is read between the lines, watch carefully and don’t believe the promises. Never follow in admiration and blindness. I never did, I just chose to escape. But that’s over now.