The Fifteenth Day of the Fourth Month on the Thirteenth Year of the Twenty-First Century.
I realize I haven’t updated the blog in a while as I have been busy but I did want to take a few moments of my day to wish the people of Boston peace in lieu of the terrorist attacks at the Marathon today. I was actually at school when my brother had text messaged me saying that two explosions had gone off at the Boston Marathon. I only glanced at it for a second, though because I was in a bit of a rush heading over to him at his workplace to drop something off for him. I walked in and he pointed at the television. My jaw dropped and I looked back at him wide-eyed. He told me that he didn’t know yet what had happened when I suggested it was a terrorist attack reminding me that, in fact, there are plenty of things that can cause explosions and I shouldn’t “jump to conclusions” as President Obama had stated some time after. Needless to say, investigators have affirmed that these attacks were well-planned. Two bombs went off only seconds apart…that’s no coincidence. Also, I’m not jumping up and down or anything but there were a couple more explosive devices that were planted but, by the Grace of God or whatever my dear readers believe is out there, they did not go off. That is the only positive thing that can be said about these events.
The last year has been quite frightening with all of the tragedy that has struck our country. Shopping malls, movie theaters, elementary schools, places of worship, and now a festive marathon. Where does it end, America? Where does it end? Babies, children, teenagers, mothers, fathers, and the elderly are all dying from different variations of hate in human forms. This is not what mankind should be about. For a majority of my life, the country that is my home has not been in peacetime. We have been at war since after the towers were hit back in 2001. I was eight. As a twenty year old young woman today, it is disheartening and quite frankly, angering to see how much innocence has been taken away from not only myself and my peers but all of my fellow Americans since then to today. It has not only been taken away but ripped to shreds. Every time the television or radio informs us of one more display of hate, we are reminded that innocence, peace, love, and happiness is only a dream far off into a smoky, red horizon. Smoky from a fallen building, smoky from strategically placed explosives. Red from the blood spattered after a gun shot, red from the hate reflecting off the eyes of those who have lost themselves and act upon it.
I pray for Boston. I pray for Newtown. I pray for Aurora. I pray, I pray for America. I pray for Mother Earth. I pray that one day the smoke will settle and the horizon can be marveled at. The red will have faded to pink. And that dream of peace, love, and happiness will emerge to La Vie en Rose. Ah, yes, I pray that we may indeed all live life in rosy hues someday.
