Playing For Change

The thing about music.... Well. Music connects us. It is a powerful thing that touches on the most innate emotions, making completely different people experience the same thing. And, since my blog is slightly about travel, though not so much these past few weeks it seems, I believe it is important to touch on how big (or small) the world really is. Especially after writing that article on Libya, I feel like the world is gigantic, so vast that I can't even wrap my brain about it. People are so different, sometimes I find it difficult to even try to relate. I can't even imagine a place where people carry around semiautomatic guns and where you don't feel safe in your own neighborhood. My neighborhood is one of a strong sense of community, and some places you struggle to find any sense of togetherness. Maybe I'm too emotional about this, but I feel as if the world has such a wide spectrum of standards, and since my life is very privileged, I find myself on the brink of tears when I read about or see the atrocities that human beings have to suffer through on a regular basis.  In my comfy, middle class lifestyle, I have a hard time imagining a fear of losing my life. Even when things are bad for me, and trust me, times can get bad, I never feel like I am going to die. I always know things will get better because I'm in America. I'm in a family and a society that won't let me slip through the cracks. But, for others around the world, and even some in this country, this isn't the case. These people are like me: they require oxygen, they get annoyed, they cry, they love, they aspire. How can they have such a different lifestyle then? If they have the same basic needs and the same basic emotions? I mean, I believe in God; how can he allow this to happen? Is this a faith building strategy, or a way to see what amazing things he has given us?  This isn't a religious blog in the least, since I tend to keep those beliefs more private, as I'm still trying to develop those beliefs. But, if you believe in a higher power (Karma?), don't you ever wonder how said power chooses the ones to be more spoiled? It's not fair, but it still happens. I want to know why. And when I meet someone who can explain this to me, I will finally feel enlightened, and maybe no longer feel like I'm in a facade of wisdom.