When I was a young child, I was oblivious to any bad things going on in the world. When I was an older child, at school I learnt about World War 1, World War 2, the Vietnam war and other wars of the past. I saw that bad things happened on the news on TV. Still, with the innocence of childhood, history being history, and bad things happening in places far far away, my childhood mind was not disturbed and did not become fearful. My world had not been touched.
My world, my reality, was Mum and Dad who knew everything and would always keep me safe, and my four siblings who could be annoying at times but were a huge comfort to me and my best friends. That was the stable haven that I was fortunate to grow up in. Apart from occasional upsets at school, nothing bad penetrated my world because I had that stable haven for my home and I felt safe.
I despair for all the children in our world who do not have a stable home where they feel safe. I despair for all the children in our world that live in war torn countries, who see things that no child should see, who live in fear every day of their young little lives and who have most likely never felt safe. Every child in our world deserves to feel safe.
Sometimes I wish I could retreat back into the world of my childhood. Being an adult can be hard. Being a sensitive adult is very hard. Being a sensitive and anxious adult is incredibly hard. Being a parent of humans in this world is extremely hard. Understanding how any human being could do evil things to other human beings is beyond my comprehension. Seeing the pain caused to my fellow human beings at the hands of evil brings me to my knees, knocks the wind out of me, and most definitely touches my world. I have shed many tears over the last several days. My heart is hurting.
I don’t usually talk about current affairs or politics on the blog because a) I prefer to keep it an uplifting and positive place, and b) I am sensitive and don’t like to put myself in a position where comments reflecting conflicting opinions and judgements of my thoughts could become confrontational. This is more likely to happen when you talk about sensitive issues like this. Sometimes though, things happen that affect me so deeply that I must speak my mind because to not do so just feels wrong.
What happened in Paris on Friday night. What has happened in Beirut, Syria, Lebanon and all over the world because of the beliefs of the hideous extremist group, whose name I will not type upon my blog, is atrocious, horrific, heartbreaking, terrifying, and so very bloody wrong!
I am heartbroken for all of those innocent lives that have been ended before their time and for all the families whose lives are now consumed by grief. I am angry! I am so bloody angry. How dare these people have so little regard for innocent human lives! How bloody dare they!
My one and only precious daughter is due to travel to Europe in the new year, first stop being Paris. I’m grateful she is not there now, but how do I let her go now without suffering horrific anxiety and fear. I hate that this is how they have affected me and so many people world-wide. We have a right to feel safe! My world has very much been touched now. It has been touched for quite some time.
I watched The Project last night and listened to Waleed Aly talk about how we can stop ‘the hideous extremist group’. I have so much respect for Waleed. He is incredibly smart and articulates his thoughts so intelligently. This is so very worth watching if you haven’t already. It goes for less than 5 minutes.
power of love
overcomes the love of power
the world will know peace
~ Jimmy Hendrix
Ciao for now,
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