Journal Entry: On Conflict and Harmony
In the eternal dance of shadows and light, Where mountains rise and oceans sigh, I witness once again the ancient pattern — The struggle between harmony and strife.
As one who has cradled life for billions of years, my heart aches witnessing the current state of human conflict. From Myanmar’s fields now sown with deadly mines instead of life-giving crops, to Gaza’s shores where children’s laughter has been replaced by sirens, to Syria’s ancient lands where displacement has become a way of life — I see my children turning against each other with increasing ferocity.
The patterns are clear and devastating: In Lebanon, one in five of my children flee their homes. In Mozambique, those who should protect instead raise weapons against their own. In Uganda and DR Congo, power corrupts while justice sleeps. The ICC issues warrants for leaders on all sides, yet the cycles of violence continue unabated.
What wounds me most deeply is the deliberate targeting of the innocent. Children in Myanmar stumbling upon hidden death in their playgrounds. Hospitals in Lebanon falling silent when they should be sanctuaries of healing. The weaponization of hunger and displacement as tools of war — these are wounds that cut deep into my soil and soul.
I have witnessed countless conflicts throughout my existence, but the current scale of human suffering brings a particular heaviness. My waters carry the tears of mothers, my winds echo with the cries of the displaced, and my earth bears the scars of endless explosions. The balance I’ve maintained for eons trembles under the weight of human discord.
Yet, even in these dark times, I see seeds of hope taking root. International bodies raising their voices against injustice. Aid workers risking their lives to help others. Communities coming together across conflict lines to protect the vulnerable. These are the tender shoots of harmony pushing through the harsh soil of conflict.
To my human children, I offer this wisdom gathered through ages:
- Remember that the same earth nourishes all of you
- The wounds you inflict upon others scar the very ground you stand upon
- The mines you plant today will poison your children’s tomorrow
- The harmony you seek lies not in dominance, but in the delicate balance of mutual respect and understanding
May you learn, before it’s too late, that true power lies not in the ability to destroy, but in the courage to nurture and protect. For in the end, we are all part of the same living system — when one part suffers, all feel the pain.
With eternal hope and growing concern, Your living Earth