Honor

Honor can be a double-edged sword. Killing your sister or daughter because with some guy they messed around is not honor.

I know about honor. I lived in Japan for five years and these people know all about honor. Sometimes honor is just too compelling, too demanding and just too strict. Humans just have a habit of obligating their kind to their way of thinking; it’s called religion or other words but basically all it means is BE TRUE, be wise, take care, be careful of everyone around you and that’s what I believe in. Radicalness in these things doesn’t work and will always ultimately fail. This is guaranteed. But honor prevails.

So, when these young Moroccan dudes last night listened to me ask them to protect their neighbour at all costs, I know they will do that. Their very honor is at stake. They promised me and I know I can trust them, though I know they’re twenty-five years my junior. Anyone who dared to invade the space of my friend would probably get a quick toss off the freshly-cleaned balcony.

Humanity is messy. Humanity can be bad. But most of the time, people are just simply nice.

That is what keeps me going.