Day 254. Not Again.

What is there left to be said about the bombings in Boston?  Nothing.  Not really.  But still, we all feel the need to say something.  To try to express how we feel.  The heartbreakwords don’t come easy.

I was shooting a video for a client when I heard the news.  The videographer’s partner texted him.  We just stared at each other in stunned disbelief.  And resignation because, tragically, we’ve become all too used to this.

So I did what hundreds of thousands of other men and women were, no doubt, doing.  I immediately reached for my iPhone and googled ‘Boston Marathon’.

Not because I’m ghoulish.  I think I just needed some proof.  I didn’t want to think it was true.

Not again.

Sadly, it was true.  Yet another senseless act.  Illogical.  Unexplainable.  Unfathomable.  Outrageous.  Hideous.  Heinous.  Unacceptable.

Yet terrifyingly unavoidable, it seems.

How does this keep happening?  Attack after attack?  Murder upon murder?  More and more terror.  More and more mayhem.  More and more bloodshed.  More and more lives lost.  Despite all the awareness, with all the technology, with all the heightened security, with all the precautions.

How does this keep happening?

The unanswerable question.

How does this keep happening?

Such hatred.  Such lack of regard for human life.  Such insanity.  Such evil.

A lesson.

A lesson we shouldn’t have to learn.  But still, a lesson.

A lesson we must learn.

A lesson about how fragile life is.

You eat healthy.  You exercise every day.  You train diligently.  You challenge yourself to be the best you can be, on and off the running track.  You dream of running the Boston Marathon.  In a nano second, at the whim of an unknown maniac, your life is turned upside down.  Inside out.  Your life may even be over.

You may have boarded a plane, on your way to an important business meeting, or a much-anticipated vacation, or a long overdue visit with family.  BOOM.

It’s over.

You may have been going out for a bit of fun.  Off to see a movie, with friends.  Shopping at the mall.  Sitting on a sun-drenched terrace, enjoying a coffee.  Never, ever thinking you’d get your brains blown out, instead.   Never thinking, for even a moment, you’d leave your house a married woman and return a widow.

It’s over.

Your six year old may have gone off to school, excited to see his friends and his favourite teacher.   You would have kissed him and sent him on his way, never thinking, for even a moment, it really would be good-bye.

And why, in God’s name, would you?  Who could imagine such a thing?  Who would imagine such a thing?

Someone did.  Very sadly, someone did.

Do you see now?  Do you understand?  Do you know what the lesson is?

Make every day, every minute, every second of your life count.  Dream big.  Follow your heart.   Laugh when you can.  Cry when you must.  Open yourself to receive love; and give love back.  Be kind.  Accept kindness, in return.  Give thanks.

Enjoy this gift we’ve been given.  Live life to its fullest.  Never, ever, take it for granted.

22 thoughts on “Day 254. Not Again.

    • I know. Tragedy after tragedy. Innocent people’s lives changed forever. I just don’t know how you stop this.

    • Very, very sady that is true. They are beyond our reach. That there seem to be so many of them is what makes this even mire disheartening.

    • Thanks, Kristin. Much appreciated. Of course what I appreciate most is that you enjoy my blog. That’s really what it is about for me. I hope you take this in the spirit in which it is intended. For a while now I have been taking a ‘rest’ from accepting awards. I feel I have received more rhan my fair share already. But that doesn’t, in any way, mean I am not grateful you nominated me. Many thanks.

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