Trying to understand the misunderstood is often difficult, especially in times of tragedy. I keep reading about the stories of heroism and love during the Orlando massacre; both tragic and amazing on both sides of people helping, people surviving, people trying to survive as people. We’ve all been mad at times, sometimes too mad to even deal with other people, but what makes you go so far as to end someone’s life. What gives you that right? What gives you that right to play The Almighty? Who do you think you are? People around the shooter must’ve seen signs. They must’ve seen something. From all accounts, he was a confused and angry man. I do not pity him in the least bit. There are lots of confused and angry people out there that find more constructive ways to deal with life and their emotions. It’s a sad time in The States. Like in Paris, Brussels, South Africa, and the Middle East….no death is more or less valuable than the other. The loss of a child to parents is no different in my country than it is your country. Loss is loss. Death is death. The feeling ripples to the core of the human soul. Right now is the tough time. The in-between. The waiting. Who or where it will happen next? Is that what they want? For us to live in a state of fear? As a planet, we have to come together and get over our trivial disagreements for the ability to sustain life to be possible.
You don't get to choose how you're going to die, or when. You can decide how you're going to live now. – Joan Baez