It suddenly became cold.
My body can’t keep up with such a sudden change.
I rarely watch TV except for sports broadcasts, but I happened to turn on the TV and saw a news report on the newly started war.
The news was about “peace,” “peace that we hope will come as soon as possible,” and “the desire for peace. All the commentators, including the host, were saying the same thing in unison.
But everyone knows such things. That peace is wonderful. That it is terrible when lives are taken by violence.
The image of peace is usually the same as the image that comes to mind when one hears the words “heaven” or “paradise. However, I feel that there is actually a pitfall there.
Ryunosuke Akutagawa once said, “If there were a heaven like everyone thinks, I would get tired of it in three days.” The same is true of peace, and in fact, this vague image of peace may be what gives rise to war.
Ostensibly, everyone in this class gets along well with each other, but behind the scenes, there is a depressing bullying, or a dreamy and glamorous review is performed on the stage, but there is a horrific power harassment. War may exist only because of “peace.
Many people express similar opinions about peace, but I feel that few people think about war itself.
It is simply dismissed as a “bad thing.
Of course, there is no such thing as a “good war” in this world, but as long as people are people and wars will continue to happen, I sometimes wonder if we should think more about war itself.
Is it inevitable or accidental, is it resistance or oppression, is it an exercise of national power or a military dictatorship, is it aggression or collective self-defense, is it the better kind of warfare or the most vile kind of warfare?
Therefore, I feel that the media should not use the magic words “peace” and “war” so easily in order to let people know the truth.
But it is in such atrocities that we are tempted to turn our eyes away.
It is not necessary to reiterate this, but this world is a history of war.
Some thinker once said, “Peace is just a word for the break between wars, and whether it is long or short is just a matter of luck,” and I think he was right.
I watched a news program for a minute or so and turned it off, while peeling a nice ripe persimmon to eat.
Today, too, I will twist a haiku to find the beauty worth living for, no matter what kind of battle we are in the midst of.
“Umaki persimmon, no one wishes to fight.”
