Words words words. Enough already with the words.
Because, thank God, there are no words that are going to recapture that day completely and, in a way, I’m glad such an experience is beyond speech. We assign words to that which we experience and more words to what we experience the most.
So I really just want everyone to shut up and stop speculating and blaming. All we seem to derive from all this is the adrenaline rush brought on by remembrance or anger at whomever. And I don’t know that this is a good legacy for those that died.
Is anything good going to come out of watching everybody’s version of that day? Not a minute of feeling bad about watching the planes hit the
It’s as though we’ve got a nationwide epidemic of survivor’s guilt. Were it any other issue or event, mental health specialists would be telling us to stop dwelling on it. But we keep picking at it and picking at it as though we aren’t happy unless it’s open and bleeding.
I doubt, given a gift one hour back on earth, if those that died that day would choose to talk to their loved ones about the specifics of their deaths.
So I’ve decided I’d keep my focus on the only positive thing that came out of that day, the realization that we must find a way to love each other, starting as individuals since you can only control you. I will make it my goal to release hatred and anger toward anyone, not just those only slightly tick me off .