Electrical storm
There’s an electrical storm inside me. I thought I’ll never be in this situation, but here I am, with my soul wide open and no one to understand it.
It all began last night when I watched a documentary about the 11th of September on discovery. It wasn’t like all the other documentaries that focused on the terrorists and the crashing and all that stuff. This one was special because it’s main ‘characters’ were the simple Americans who died in those attacks, the ones who were on board of those planes. I have to admit that I’ve been living in my own little world for some time now: no TV, no newspapers, and no nothing that was connected to the outer world. Yeah, I knew about the attacks, I knew about the tsunami, about everything but it didn’t affect me at all, as if it hadn’t really happen, as if I read that in some books and I knew it was fiction. Seeing that documentary last night, I realised what I’ve missed. I’ve missed world pain and suffering, I’ve missed world tears and prayers. And I’m ashamed of that. How could I possibly have been so ignorant, so caught up in my own fantasy world? Where was my mind on that tragic day of 11th of sep? Where were my prayers for all the people that died then??? It’s not about America and Americans. It’s about people. A life is a life, no matter what! It has the same value. And nothing is as important as life. I cried throughout the whole documentary. I simply couldn’t stop. The victims’ close relatives talked about them: they were husbands and wives, parents and children, grandparents. And now they’re dead. They called their loved ones from the plane to tell them how much they loved them and to wish them a happy life, no matter what. And they were so calm. They accepted their destiny. They weren’t afraid of dieing. The people from flight 93 even rebelled against the terrorist and saved the capitol. They fought for their lives, for the right that God had given the to live. And they almost succeeded… They were people just like we are! It could have been us in their place! I just can figure out why someone would do such a thing. Why does one want to kill his brother? Cause we are all brothers and sisters, we’re all the same in god’s eyes. Why do people kill each other??? Why do people like to bring pain, despair, destruction and death everywhere they go? WHY? There’s just so much evil in this world… This world is simply too big and too complicated for a little girl like me. I’ll never be able to understand it, to figure out if it’s love or hate that makes it go round. In the current situation I’d go for the last one… These earthly possessions are that important to us? Why do we all want to have a well-paid job? Why do we want cool cars? Why do we want money??? Everyone knows that money doesn’t bring happiness, and they still want to have money, lots and lots of money. We’re living in such a material world that at one point god won’t be able to take it anymore and he’ll just tear this world to pieces. And I can hardly wait for that day to come! I can’t take it anymore! There’s just SO much pain in this world we’re living. So much pain…. Why can’t we live in peace and harmony with each other? Why is this world full of prejudices, stereotypes and hate??? Why can’t we just live for today??? Wouldn’t it be a better world? I just want all of this to stop. My soul can’t take this anymore… every time I leave my world and enter the real one, a part of me dies… it’s just too much for me… make it stop! Please, make it stop! MAKE IT STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It all began last night when I watched a documentary about the 11th of September on discovery. It wasn’t like all the other documentaries that focused on the terrorists and the crashing and all that stuff. This one was special because it’s main ‘characters’ were the simple Americans who died in those attacks, the ones who were on board of those planes. I have to admit that I’ve been living in my own little world for some time now: no TV, no newspapers, and no nothing that was connected to the outer world. Yeah, I knew about the attacks, I knew about the tsunami, about everything but it didn’t affect me at all, as if it hadn’t really happen, as if I read that in some books and I knew it was fiction. Seeing that documentary last night, I realised what I’ve missed. I’ve missed world pain and suffering, I’ve missed world tears and prayers. And I’m ashamed of that. How could I possibly have been so ignorant, so caught up in my own fantasy world? Where was my mind on that tragic day of 11th of sep? Where were my prayers for all the people that died then??? It’s not about America and Americans. It’s about people. A life is a life, no matter what! It has the same value. And nothing is as important as life. I cried throughout the whole documentary. I simply couldn’t stop. The victims’ close relatives talked about them: they were husbands and wives, parents and children, grandparents. And now they’re dead. They called their loved ones from the plane to tell them how much they loved them and to wish them a happy life, no matter what. And they were so calm. They accepted their destiny. They weren’t afraid of dieing. The people from flight 93 even rebelled against the terrorist and saved the capitol. They fought for their lives, for the right that God had given the to live. And they almost succeeded… They were people just like we are! It could have been us in their place! I just can figure out why someone would do such a thing. Why does one want to kill his brother? Cause we are all brothers and sisters, we’re all the same in god’s eyes. Why do people kill each other??? Why do people like to bring pain, despair, destruction and death everywhere they go? WHY? There’s just so much evil in this world… This world is simply too big and too complicated for a little girl like me. I’ll never be able to understand it, to figure out if it’s love or hate that makes it go round. In the current situation I’d go for the last one… These earthly possessions are that important to us? Why do we all want to have a well-paid job? Why do we want cool cars? Why do we want money??? Everyone knows that money doesn’t bring happiness, and they still want to have money, lots and lots of money. We’re living in such a material world that at one point god won’t be able to take it anymore and he’ll just tear this world to pieces. And I can hardly wait for that day to come! I can’t take it anymore! There’s just SO much pain in this world we’re living. So much pain…. Why can’t we live in peace and harmony with each other? Why is this world full of prejudices, stereotypes and hate??? Why can’t we just live for today??? Wouldn’t it be a better world? I just want all of this to stop. My soul can’t take this anymore… every time I leave my world and enter the real one, a part of me dies… it’s just too much for me… make it stop! Please, make it stop! MAKE IT STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
