May my thoughts reach the noisy world.

The world has always been noisy, both now and in the past. Every day, somewhere, conflicts, disasters, and incidents are happening. Politicians and nations seem to forget the daily lives of people, focusing instead on their own interests, hurling insults and fighting, as if the residents do not exist. Even though they—and we—are certainly here.

I hope that the voices of sorrow and grief of those living in these places will be heard and that peace will come to a world without hatred.