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This past week or so has been extraordinarily depressing. I've been slammed with things to do ever since school started, my sister is a train wreck at the moment, my friends need me right now and I'm not financially stable enough to go out and do things, as much as I know it was the right thing to do, I'm still not okay from mine and Lisa's split, and to top it off today is 9/11.
9/11 is a day I truly hate out of the year. It's the day where my pessimism shines brighter than the sun. It's a constant reminder to me that this day was why the country changed for the worse. When gas started to rise, and the economy started to fall. The day we all started fearing a second attack. In the aftermath things got much worse, because we all, as a society, tucked that fear away and acted like it didn't exist. People tried a little too hard to get back to "the way things were" whereas any idiot knows that things will never be the same as they were for those of us that can remember the time beforehand. I think about this every single day, maybe just due to my being so close to Washington D.C.
Then the flip side of the coin. Today is a day where no one's sadness can be appeased. Where it's still fresh in our minds, that feeling of helplessness that we all had that morning. There are times when all I want to do is take everyone's sadness away, if only for a few moments. Even if it meant that I'd have to feel it for everyone. That's the worst feeling of all. The helplessness in the aftermath of this is the hardest part for me. I wasn't even directly affected by it at all.
Then again, without suffering there would be no compassion
I just wish there was something I could do
9/11 is a day I truly hate out of the year. It's the day where my pessimism shines brighter than the sun. It's a constant reminder to me that this day was why the country changed for the worse. When gas started to rise, and the economy started to fall. The day we all started fearing a second attack. In the aftermath things got much worse, because we all, as a society, tucked that fear away and acted like it didn't exist. People tried a little too hard to get back to "the way things were" whereas any idiot knows that things will never be the same as they were for those of us that can remember the time beforehand. I think about this every single day, maybe just due to my being so close to Washington D.C.
Then the flip side of the coin. Today is a day where no one's sadness can be appeased. Where it's still fresh in our minds, that feeling of helplessness that we all had that morning. There are times when all I want to do is take everyone's sadness away, if only for a few moments. Even if it meant that I'd have to feel it for everyone. That's the worst feeling of all. The helplessness in the aftermath of this is the hardest part for me. I wasn't even directly affected by it at all.
Then again, without suffering there would be no compassion
I just wish there was something I could do