Must it take a tragedy to strike so close to home to highlight just how fragile life really is? How insignificantly small and helpless one feels when faced with such a situation. Have we truly become so insensitive to the tragedies that plague our world? We hear of brutal deaths, accidents that should never had happened, horrific actions inflicted on the innocent, and all most don't even flinch, preferring to push it away, as if it were not part of their lives. For those who do flinch, the feeling would quickly subside, and they too with go about their daily activities. Must one experience pain to see the world for what it truly is? Do we have hope among all this conflict, even if we, as all of humanity, have used up, and messed up, most of its chances? Being complicated minds, it is often hard to comprehend the actions of certain few, the unjust, immoral, inhumane, and sometimes simply deceiving ways all contribute to the unfathomable nature of the human race. Yet hope seems to dwindle. It's surprising how sometimes something so disappointing and frustratingly sad can be overridden by something far worse, that gnawing feeling of failure but the tip of the ice burg. When tragedy strikes so close to home, it jolts me to realize just how small I am in this world. How (sometimes) small my problems are. Ok, so I completely failed my Methods SAC, but knowing what I do now, it seems almost pitiable that I'm so upset over it. A family has lost their only son, a beloved brother, in a foreign land. It's surprising how selfish man thinks and acts when caught up in their own world, in their own dreams.
Sorry people for the somber tone of this entry, but I suppose words express the writer's world, as much as art articulates an artist's feelings through their brush strokes, or how music reflects a musician's mood with notes on a mere manuscript. I guess some things are just out of our control. Although I can't seem to comprehend how someone, anyone, could do such a thing to another. To leave them just....To cause so much pain....Maybe they acted out of fear, but we'll never know, unless they come forward. I'm so sick and tired of tears, of droplets of water swelling in my eyes - I've had my fair share, and trust me, it's more than enough, though I know very well there's more where that came from. Connecting so close to such a tragedy seems to chip away at my hope in humanity even more. But the hardest thing seems to be forgiving. Forgiving, and healing. I once hoped for a miracle, but now I pray for guidance and strength for all those that this tragedy has touched. The church, his family, his friends, near and far. Maybe we can't change the past, or erase the pain, but we can hope. In times where there's nothing else to do. Keep faith, and you shall preserve in this chaotic, corrupt and sometimes utterly confusing world.

Btw, before I log off, thank you my special lil penguins ^^ You know who you are! :) It's friends like you guys that rekindle hope in this world and in life, that make me smile in the direst of situations, that bring me light in darkness and just being there, it means the world. So thanks ^^ Luv you guys heaps.

~"Evil is merely the absence of God's love"