"Always Remember..."
I feel like 9/11 day (wtf is it called on the calender, "patriot day"?) has already become like Pearl Harbor Day. It happened. It felt like ages ago but it's only been six years. Things have changed. People died (either as a result of 9/11 or by AIDS or testicular cancer or falling down stairs or choking on a fry or one night they just gave up their last breath). People have lived more than they ever have. People hate. People counteract the hate with love. It's a circular type motion, what this world goes through.
It's 9/11 again and I feel guilty because I'm not sulking around all day or watching CNN or hoisting an American flag or singing "we'll put a boot in yer a** because it's the 'American' way."
I don't know anybody who died, but I do know what it was like that day in school. I guess it was like the Kennedy assassination of my generation. We were all reasonably young...14 or 15 or 16...and there it was, a huge building falling down because people hate us. It was a lot of everything all at once. We all were one step closer to having gray hair, like a big game of stop-and-go and we all inched forward together. I cried and I prayed and I came home, threw my book bag on the couch and did my math homework with the constant drone of "terrorists...al queda...bin laden...trade center...rescue workers" in the background.
God, what a mess we're in. But it's not a mess that the world hasn't been in before. I don't know what to do other than not get angry or bitter or judgmental.
It's been six years. I don't know what else to say.
oooososhiny · Tue Sep 11, 2007 @ 06:37pm · 0 Comments |