PAblo Allison Rodrigo y Estefanía

We are all humans after all

Por   ・ México - Inglaterra
Fotografía: Pablo Allison 19 marzo, 2018

The title of this reflexion might sound somewhat negative or sad. Perhaps it might even sound as if I was going through difficult times, or that I am begging for redemption though that isn’t the case fortunately.

In fact, the title for this story seeped into my mind the other day while I was in the cinema watching a film that sparked many emotions. I won’t go into details about the film but what I wish to point out, is that the story revolved around beautiful moments of love, compassion, understanding and inspiration as well as a wise messages of strength.

So, in general, I think that what makes a good movie are the human elements that make one analyse oneself in-depth. It isn’t just about consuming the images before your eyes and understanding the story. I believe that a film must function as a catalyst that enables one to make an introspection of oneself, it is food for thought.

Talking about human characteristics, crying, for instance, is a reaction that I usually enjoy whilst watching a good movie. If I become emotional and drop a few tears, then I am sure I’m going to enjoy the movie. In short, I believe that crying is an act of courage, a human emotion that reminds us that we are human beings after all.

Crying is often interpreted or perceived in the western world (I believe) as a sign of weakness, of shame, of disturbance. In fact, it is actually a release of accumulated energy that at some point the body expects to release. For example, if one bleeds, it’s an indication that the body needs to expel a red substance for a given reason. That red substance being blood, is a reminder that after all we are human beings that feel things and must express them somehow.

It seems that our way of functioning in this world today is based on indolence and that we lack the feeling of compassion towards one another. When one walks along the street of a city, it is typical to observe homeless living on street corners, in parks etc. This is common of any country where vast inequality exists (I believe that no country is excempt from this unfair treatment), and in today’s reality I perceive a huge lack of interest in the suffering of others. An accumulated indifference that isolates us from being ‘human beings’. Empathy for instance is a pivotal element that characterizes us but it seems to have been lost or disappeared.

Individuality, promoted by ‘influential beings’, the likes of former British Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher have taught people over the years to care only about themselves. Many people become indifferent to other people’s needs, troubles and misfortunes.

Actually, in my experience, I have recently come to realised that when friends or acquaintances share their hardships with me, my reaction tends to be of little understanding or compassion. I respond with an instant caring reaction but I don’t feel that I can or want to offer more from me to support that troubled person. For example, a couple of friends and I were discussing the recent abduction of a kid on behalf of the police in Mexico City. A few days later he was liberated but suffered severe brain damage. The official facts of what occurred are quite blurry but the point I want to make is that for a while we were discussing the case, some friends were not taking the matter seriously and a few laughter’s were even echoed around the room where we were chatting.

Moving on, thankfully in the last couple of months I realised I was more of a human than I thought. I actually forgot that those human elements that usually make me a caring and loving person and which I had not been in touch with in a while had returned. Love made me get close to myself; and, although such feeling was not reciprocal in the way I wished it to be it helped me understand more things about me in life…

I dropped many tears, some due to confusion, other times I cried because I was happy that I was getting somewhere. Love, overall helped me to overcome many issues I had stuck inside me. Crying can be an act of sadness and pain and at the same time it can function as a way to liberate oneself. It can be the manifestation of satisfaction, contentment, joy and what not.

I invite you to cry once in a while to remind yourself that you are a human being after all.

Responsibility for the information and views set out in this publication lies entirely with the authors. And do not necessarily reflect the official opinion of Miradas Múltiples.

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México - Inglaterra

Nací en Manchester, Reino Unido y fui criado en México, en el Distrito Federal o Ciudad de México, como se conoce ahora. Inicié mis estudios universitarios de fotografía documental y periodística en la Universidad de las Artes, en el London College of Communication de Londres, Inglaterra. Posteriormente, en 2009, me recibí como fotógrafo documentalista del Newport College of Art and Design, de la Universidad de Gales. Mi aprendizaje en el ámbito de los derechos humanos, trabajando en organizaciones no gubernamentales como Amnistía Internacional y ActionAid, en Londres, se convirtió más tarde en inspiración para abordar las artes visuales desde un enfoque social y humanista. Algunos de los conceptos que utilizo en mis continuas exploraciones de la realidad son la libertad, la reclusión, el control, la migración y, obviamente, los derechos humanos. Miradas Múltiples me da la posibilidad de generar contenidos cotidianos para referirme a personas comunes y corrientes, como yo, sin inmediatez y siendo subjetivo, pero a la vez balanceado, justo y sensible, desde la empatía y sin dejar de lado el rigor en la información. Encuentra más de mi trabajo en Instagram: pablondon1

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