Making Sense of Senseless Hatred

I woke up to a world gone mad. The day seems grey and overcast, there’s a heaviness in the air. I see people on the street and wonder how they can be okay. I probably look okay as I go about my job, no-one can see my brain screaming how or why. My mind isn’t working today, or it’s working overtime as it struggles to understand the world I woke up to this morning.

I remember sitting in a classroom in primary school watching footage of 9/11 as it happens. It was the first time I had ever encountered the idea of terror and I probably didn’t fully understand. I remember being in assembly in secondary school hearing about the bus bombings in July 2005. I remember only a month ago in March hearing about the attack on Parliament and fearing for loved ones who work in the city. What if they had ventured in that direction on a late lunch break? My mind swirls with what ifs, whys and hows.

How do we live in this world, a world where terror is no longer something that happens somewhere else. How do we live in this world, a world where senseless murder is perpetrated for ‘the cause’ or seemingly none at all? How do we live in this world where children are targeted to make a point or deliver a message? My brain baffles how this is the world we have come to live in.

How do we move forward, today, tomorrow, in the future? How do we go about our daily lives whilst children are still separated from parents and people continue to be treated in hospitals? How do we go on?

There are so many questions that need answering and little hope of resolution. And there’s the key, hope. I’ll never understand murder, violent crime or terror. I don’t want to. But I have to have hope that the world will become a better place because if I don’t, if we don’t, then what do we have?

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