Insignificant. The word is echoing in my mind after reading an article at the Oakland Athletics website. The columnist, a sportswriter, wrote “What I do — and what the aforementioned men do — for a living is insignificant right how.” And he’s right, I think.
I know that for me, I’m trying to live my life as I did before Tuesday. My routine is the same, but it’s almost all automatic. I’m afraid to let my thoughts take a creative turn because I feel as though I’m not giving those who died their proper remembrance. So I cry inside for all of us, but I also remember to smile, even if only for a moment.
Horror, fear, anger… Gratitude, love, hope… What do I focus on? Hope.
Maybe you should go to church. But I would almost feel like a hypocrite. Go to God because of this time of turmoil when I do not go to God in other times? Besides, I would feel so alone in church. I would go alone and even in a whole congregation full I would be alone…
