I saw news footage of a dead boy washed a shore, and it is heart wrenching. I couldn't help but wonder what his last thoughts were. Was he scared? Did he know he was going to die? What did his parents think in those last moments? Were they sorry for their chance decision? Did they hold him and apologize? That they were so desperate, I have no doubt.
In the same news cast I saw a grown man, holding his child with his wife by his side, being "escorted" by Hungarian police (at least I think so). He was first protesting, then he broke down and cried. I don't think it was an act. I think it was hopelessness.
I am thankful to my ancestors going back to whatever monkey I evolved from for making a series of decisions, aided probably by a good amount of luck, that did not end up in death and have culminated in me having great opportunity in life. Canada, my country, is a big part of that as well - though I am keenly aware of how this country started and the people/cultures who were violently displaced in its "establishment".
We live in a world of very bad problems. A world that needs practical solutions that fit within constructs that we think work. But I'm mostly a dreamer at heart. A part of me wants humanity and the world to evolve to a place that has no borders. To a place where the Earth and its opportunities belong to all in equal share and proportion.
But we don't live in that world - yet. In the meantime, I hope that nations, governments, people; I hope that they make decisions that move us closer to that ideal.