Goodbye

Goodbye.

Au Revoir.

Auf Wiedersehen.

Adios.

Four languages.

Four distinct peoples, places, emotions.

An array of foods, cultures, jokes.

So different, yet so alike.

How much different does an American look from a Frenchman?

Or a German?

How different can a human be?

Spread out over a plethora of land and climates, divided by mountains and rivers and wars.

United in experience, drive, peace.

Why do we fight, then?

I suppose it’s our nature to outlast, survive, fight.

But when we can survive, are surviving, why should we fight for survival?

Why build walls to protect if no weapons are needed to destroy?

Why tear each other down?

If fighting is only for survival, then why wage war?

If one side stops, if the bullets stop flying, if the bombs are silenced, the war cries suppressed, then the “enemy” need not fight for survival.

I guess, then fighting no longer has a synonymous companion with survival.

Then fighting goes with opinion, arrogance, perception, God?

No not God.

Men may fight in his name, but it is for their own glory, not his.

No not God.

Some say the human race is flawed.

How can it not be?

But, why couldn’t our flaw be something less destructive?

Why couldn’t our flaw be loving too much? Or an uncontrollable need to help our fellow man?

Why do we have to fight?

Why not just be content to survive?

Why can’t nations get along?

Why can’t human kind get everything straight?

Why can’t many languages become one?

Hola.

Guten Tag.

Bonjour.

Hello.