It’s been a memorable week all over the world, and not always for the right reasons.
It’s been a week for putting your own life in some sort of perspecive, for looking at yourself through a lens and seeing what is really there and what really matters. There are pictures of children on the news that should never have been famous, that I should never have heard of, that should have had long and hopefully happy lives in relative anonymity but have been denied that. There are a thousand things that happen on this planet every day that would make most reasonable human beings embarrassed to be part of the species, but what happened in those classrooms was truly terrible.
I spent some time looking at my own life in the wake of hearing about Sandy Hook. OK I have a mental illness, I have been mildly suicidal at some points in the past, I find life often quite difficult. My 5 year old daughter however is perfectly safe at her school. She has no idea that these things happen, and I hope she doesn’t until she is old enough to learn about how horrible the world can be sometimes. Compared to many in the world, our life is idyllic and wonderful.
As has become more and more my habit, I wrote about my feelings following seeing the news about Sandy Hook.
Four hundred and sixteen years.
Abducted and immortalized.
We should never have heard their names.
No reason for us to know
Emilie, Grace, James.
Whose eighteen years
scream through the corridors
Victoria and Lauren.
standing in harm’s way;
Futile against the storm.
I’m sorry I couldn’t stop it.
I’m sorry I live in
a world where
someone needed to.
I hope you all stay out of harms way, and lead the long and happy lives that those children were denied.