I’ve been thinking… I know that’s scary, but hear me out 😛
In the last couple of days I’ve been watching this drama called Time slip Dr Jin or something like that. Dramas always have optional names for some reason! I can’t really say too much about it considering the fact that only 10 of 24 episodes are out. I can say this though, I love how they’ve handled the whole “Let’s have a drama where the main character goes from one era to another”. In this drama he’s actually from 2012 and goes back to the Joseon Dynasty. What I really love is that we completely forget that! He assimilates himself into the society right away. It feels like a normal historical drama. Thank you, whoever scripted and directed this drama. It doesn’t seem too fake like some other dramas have been.
The whole time concept in dramas have made me start thinking about time. Since I was a child, I’ve always been fascinated by the old times and how people lived. Why did many of them think so differently than us? Does place and time really define us? When I watch historical dramas and I see how people were tortured, I just can’t help but wonder! Aren’t they human too? Then how can they wish something so horrible on another human being? Even if you hate someone, you wouldn’t want him to have his limbs ripped apart by four horses now would you? I also think about the police back then that just mercilessly jailed people without doing anything that’s too severe. I think of the people that actually did the torturing and the ones that beheaded the convicts. My thought’s go out and out and out to all of those people and then all of a sudden I stop.
And then I really think. This is where the dangerous part starts…
I think of the second world war and how people were killed like they were worth no more than flies. My thought go out to Guantanamo Bay where people are tortured mercilessly because they might be terrorists. I think of war. War. War. I think of Palestinians trembling in fear and how another lost citizen is probably another lost neighbour… another lost brother or sister. Mother or father. Lost. Killed. By what?
I stop wondering because I realize. People will always be people. Regardless of place and time.
If hate is eternal, which it turns out to be, I thank God that love is eternal as well ❤