A Look Into The History

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So a couple of days ago, I found the last episode of one of my favorite animated series, Transformers : Beast Hunters. It's plot is based on a long going war between two major groups, Autobots and Decepticons on their planet, which destroyed most of the lives on their planet. Autobots were the ones who supported liberty and democracy, while Decepticons were the ones who believed in oppression and monarchy. When I saw it the last time, I saw cars transforming into robots and fighting each other; the action that I enjoyed. But today I looked past it. I saw a reflection of the human history in it. I did not see autobots vs decepticons, but rather I saw the oppressors vs the opressed. I did not see the cars transforming into robots, I saw the truth transforming itself into something strong enough to face the injustice. Now that we think of this, all of the history of human civilization has been like this. It has been a continuous fight between the ones who want to see the sun shine on our world, and the ones who want to see it burn to ashes. The horrors of the wars that took place on this sacred soil, continue to haunt the existence of basic principles of humanity. The truth has never won in our history, it has always compromised. Christian religion talks of doomsday, the day when everything and everyone meets its end. But humanity has gone through its doomsday several times. The times when human has forgotten what it means to be one, when his happiness has declined from warmth and friendship of others, to misery of his own companions with discrimination based on petty differences; humanity has experienced its doomsday. But what surprises me is that even though all the odds are against it as suggested by history, even after going through several doomsdays, humanity is still fighting to thrive. Even when the history is evidence that violence is something we can't get rid of, ever, I see hope in the eyes of the people who believe that peace can still exist. I feel that Peace is a career, that even if less paid, is worth pursuing.

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