Power And Violence 1

Yesterday  morning, while standing in line for humanitarian aid, I almost formulated the theme: “Power and Violence.”Then “Effort” was added.;Today — “Powerlessness.”
These four words are not abstractions.They are states in which a person lives.
Power fascinates.Violence repulses.But the world increasingly replaces one with the other.
I live in a country where much is said about freedom—and where a person can be kept in limbo for years:without the right to work,without freedom of movement,without a normal life.
This is not an accident.It is a system.And it is also a form of violence—quiet, legalized, formalized.
March 17 was my mother’s birthday.She would have turned 95.
We hadn’t seen each other for 33 years.And only after her death did I understand what final separation truly is.
Sometimes it seems to me that she has gone beyond these boundaries—overcame distances the living cannot overcome.She became part of me and part of the world—in the trees, in the sky, in the flowers.
And when things are hard, her strength awakens in me:not to complain,not to be afraid, to preserve dignity.
But the world is устроен иначе — built differently.
On the same day that Melania Trump takes part in a UN meeting on child upbringing—on that very day, children are killed — 160 eight-year-old girls in a school in Iran.And no one is held accountable.As if nothing happened.
This is the modern world:words — separate,reality — separate.
Lenin wrote about a world of monopolies with imperial thinking,where there is a struggle for redistribution,where the logic and psychology of predators dominate,where war is a vital necessity.A predator must feed on victims, conquer, subjugate, exploit.
Today this is not theory — it is reality.
Vladimir Putin calls the war a “special military operation.”But years of war go by, people die, cities are destroyed.
At the same time, the political result remains the same:power does not change,only the lives of millions change—broken, destroyed.
They don’t bomb those who make the decisions.They bomb those who cannot defend themselves.
This is called power.But it is violence.
And in other parts of the world — the same.Wars, bombings, deaths—and all of it becomes a привычный фон новостей — a routine background of the news.
They show young soldiers—marines—strong, beautiful. Ground operation.But some of them will die,and some will live with what cannot be forgotten.
And this too is called power.
But if power requires the destruction of the weak—then it is no longer power.It is the psychology of a predator.
I look at this world and see: violence has become the norm,and madness — everyday life.
Leo Tolstoy wrote about war as madness.Today this madness is shown every day—as if it were the natural state of the world.
But it is not the norm.
Power is not the ability to destroy.Power is magnanimity.
It is the ability to protect the weak.It is compassion.It is the recognition of human and civil rights.It is personal freedom.
Power affirms life.
That is why power fascinates—it evokes love.
And violence is repulsive—in all its forms.
And no matter how much it is called power—it will not become power.
This is the main deception of our time.