Opinion forms the base to a change. How tragic would that have been if we dispose of our ideas and opinions that might have changed the course of our lives?
In the modern world, we should dare to let go of the things that are harmful to us, things and thoughts this world no longer accepts. The world needs and demands people who irrespective of their background, tend to ascend and strive to be people that accept the modern view.
But what if we are caught in a scenario that we don't agree to walk in someone else's shoes, and just continues to be fearsome of change and continue and continue to be a bigot. If we consider a short span and moreover a short community, then maybe, we'd find people, and considering exceptions, we'd find almost everyone who'd agree to us.
But have we thought of living in the same place we were born forever? Don't we all desire to tour the distant parts of the planet? Don't we want to evolve? The universe is a witness that the nature wipes away people who hinder its growth. So what do we fear?
We fear change. We fear new ideas. We fear the fact that the world doesn't think the same as us. There are two sides of the coin, and the debate of who is right will always go with neither side winning.
People these days are easily offended by a post on the social media, and yet they are not offended by the bigotry they see every day. The country I live in is the world's largest democracy and the constitution of my country offers me the right to express my opinion freely. I know I should not misuse, but I serious a right to express a legitimate opinion of the matter, and very sadly, it can differ from yours.
Since when did we stop to respect one another? Since when did we stop to be tolerant?
It's crucial that we keep concern of the personal sentiments, and refrain to use anything that has the potential to hurt. But again the world is not always fair.
In this all, I couldn't help but wonder: should we cease our right to hold an opinion?
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