Every Friday we unite for five minutes. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second-thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on why.
Another heartless tragedy.
Another day of children reliving the worst day of their lives.
The why to me seems so obvious but feels pointless.
Because that is how it feels right now, pointless.
We are in the middle of a crisis and epidemic and I feel hurt and angry and sad.
I spend time hearing stories that no one should hear.
I think about things that no one should be thinking.
I feel for families who wake up every day in shock and dismay, I carry them.
I hold on to those I love and I think, I know why, but still, nothing will be done.
I put two small faces on this earth.
I don't know how to explain this world to them.
I don't know how to not worry about them but I also can't shield them.
I can't keep them from ever going outside, I can't have them living in constant fear.
But, I also can't help but walk into any place on earth and have an escape route.
I can't help but think "what would I do, what would the final moments look like"
see, things that no one should be thinking about.
And, I know why, but it feels pointless.
We can have all of the debates
we can post all of the videos and all of the articles
We can be disgusted
we can be inundated with information
we can hear from survivors and we can hear from the lost
but we can't ever bring anyone back and we know why but it seems pointless.
When it happens again, the cycle will start again.
All of it, all of the tears
all of the news
all of the stories.
The faces will be different
the ages will vary
the number gone will go up or down
and we all know why.