Instead of controversy about our identities! And if we conjugate them rather to the future?
It would be futile to dodge the subject, on the pretext that it would come from a different ideological camp, with marked wills of exclusion.
Most of the time, the debate on the identity of a country, a nation, a region is prolonged on the thorny subject of the search for our roots.
As if a country were above all bound, determined, characterized by its roots. As if we were only the result of predetermined choices, inscribed in advance. From a long time ago.
As if individual choices did not make us evolve in relation to these roots, to see, to break with them, when these do not suit us, or simply because they appear to reduce us, to limit us. It's our freedom, it's everyone's freedom. It is the result of freedom of choice.
And, it must be remembered, the roots are especially useful for what they produce. The good roots are those that grow the orchard in harmony, whatever the species. Because, what counts, first and foremost, are the fruits they will produce. Roots are only the source of the future, and it is this future that motivates us or our children.
If our roots do not have a land, or a sufficiently fertile society, we will go elsewhere. If the fruits we produce here are not appreciated enough, we will produce them on other lands.
Our roots are a base, but only a basis of our identity. The latter is especially marked and transformed by our behavior, through time, by the traces that we can leave, the values that we produce season after season.
These are the fruits that fertilize our land. And if our land, social soil by nature is sufficiently fertile and well managed, we will have the opportunity to grow in harmony with others, without hindering them, taking advantage of the fruits of others, and offering them ours.
Have we not understood that the fruits we produce are more important than our roots! And that a good earth will be the crucible of new identities, blooming with each other.
We would be looking for identity say some! Affirming that a loss of identity would be at the origin of our discomfort, even of our misfortunes. So let's get back to producing and greedily tasting the fresh fruits of our last pickings. And let's plant together the roots of our future.
