It looked unreal. As they showed the video, over and over, the bombs exploding people running from it, first responders running towards it ~
Except of course it was.
And it seemed like it was the kind of thing that happens somewhere else, not here, over there where there’s a war and bombs are part of the daily expectations.
Except of course it was here, and not the first time either.
It creates an ache inside me, the heaviness of sorrow with no place to go.
“We all want to do something to mitigate the pain of loss or to turn grief into something positive, to find a silver lining in the clouds. But I believe there is real value in just standing there, being still, being sad.”
~~ John Green
Some people let the sadness turn to anger in one quick flash, lashing out at whoever-they-already-hate, at whoever-might-be-responsible. And that makes me sadder.
Often, we’re afraid to feel the sadness, afraid that it will be unbearable. But feelings just are, and the more we fight them, the more difficult it is. And really, it is as the poet says ~
“When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy. When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.”
~~ Kahlil Gibran
My thoughts are in Boston today, with the people injured, with the runners and their families, with the people who died and their loved ones. If the good in the world is to outweigh the bad, it’s up to us ~ the survivors, the witnesses ~ to make that true.