This last week, this last Friday, something terrible happened. Of course you all know that, it has been all over the news ever since.
I feel like I can’t move on and write my NaNoWriMo Update Post unless I posted something on this matter first. But what can I even say?
Everything has already been said, by people who expressed their thoughts much better than I ever could. For me, it’s one of the rare times in life where I’m actually lost for words. And it’s not even just Paris. It’s also Beirut (which received next to no media coverage) and so many other places. As I have seen it put on several websites: “It’s not just Paris we should pray for, it is the world.”
And it makes me sad. No, sad is the wrong word. It makes me feel hollow and fragile and incredibly vulnerable. My heart is bleeding for all the victims, those dead, those injured, and those who live to face prejudism and judgement yet again. Sometimes the world is a really scary place.
I’m rightly tired of the pain I hear and feel, boss. (…) I’m tired of people bein ugly to each other. It feels like pieces of glass in my head. I’m tired of all the times I’ve wanted to help and couldn’t. I’m tired of bein in the dark. Mostly it’s the pain. There’s too much. If I could end it, I would. But I can’t.
― John Coffey in Stephen King’s “