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Hmm, figures this is what would be necessary to drag me up from the depths to post again.
Time seems to fuzz the memories of feelings of a decade ago.
I do remember waking up unusually early that day. It had been a couple of weeks before school was to start up again for what would be my 3rd year. It was also an off-day for me from work, meaning I had little to no reason to be up. Yet, I remember being up around 8AM that day. Something, for some reason, had given me trouble sleeping the night before. I remember just turning on the TV, and seeing the news, about the collapse of both towers on TV. That pretty quickly jolted me awake.
Seeing the video that kept playing back that day, the watching of the news from when I woke up to maybe about 1-2AM that evening. It was just... haunting. Sometime in the midst of the evening, I had found time to write a blog entry trying to capture my thoughts. At the time, it was all quite surreal. Even now, watching a replay of the coverage that had happened on that day is quite surreal. Even now it's hard to imagine that it has been 10 years on since that day.
In total, nearly 3000 innocent lives were lost as a direct result of those incidents. Since then, we've run into two wars (Afghanistan and Iraq), killed the head of the Al Qaeda network, and yet still suffer some of the consequences of what was wrought that day. As it's still reasonably fresh in our heads, perhaps this 10th anniversary is still a bit sore. But time heals all wounds, and it stands to reason that 10, 20, or 40 years from now, even if we were to work with the pledge of "Never Forget", that it will slowly fade in time as more of an item of history, just as December 7th, 1941 has become more of a blip of history 70 years on. Then again, Pearl Harbor was never as well memorialized as September 11th was.
There is one thing I still do hope: that even if remember what happened that fateful Tuesday a decade ago, that at least we can forget some of the hatred that formed afterward. A hatred toward Muslim groups. A hatred toward people who would "dare to criticize a president trying to save us". A deep seated suspicion towards anyone who just wasn't "like us".
May we heal from the past which binds us down. And live in the light of hope that someday, we can get beyond all of this.
Time seems to fuzz the memories of feelings of a decade ago.
I do remember waking up unusually early that day. It had been a couple of weeks before school was to start up again for what would be my 3rd year. It was also an off-day for me from work, meaning I had little to no reason to be up. Yet, I remember being up around 8AM that day. Something, for some reason, had given me trouble sleeping the night before. I remember just turning on the TV, and seeing the news, about the collapse of both towers on TV. That pretty quickly jolted me awake.
Seeing the video that kept playing back that day, the watching of the news from when I woke up to maybe about 1-2AM that evening. It was just... haunting. Sometime in the midst of the evening, I had found time to write a blog entry trying to capture my thoughts. At the time, it was all quite surreal. Even now, watching a replay of the coverage that had happened on that day is quite surreal. Even now it's hard to imagine that it has been 10 years on since that day.
In total, nearly 3000 innocent lives were lost as a direct result of those incidents. Since then, we've run into two wars (Afghanistan and Iraq), killed the head of the Al Qaeda network, and yet still suffer some of the consequences of what was wrought that day. As it's still reasonably fresh in our heads, perhaps this 10th anniversary is still a bit sore. But time heals all wounds, and it stands to reason that 10, 20, or 40 years from now, even if we were to work with the pledge of "Never Forget", that it will slowly fade in time as more of an item of history, just as December 7th, 1941 has become more of a blip of history 70 years on. Then again, Pearl Harbor was never as well memorialized as September 11th was.
There is one thing I still do hope: that even if remember what happened that fateful Tuesday a decade ago, that at least we can forget some of the hatred that formed afterward. A hatred toward Muslim groups. A hatred toward people who would "dare to criticize a president trying to save us". A deep seated suspicion towards anyone who just wasn't "like us".
May we heal from the past which binds us down. And live in the light of hope that someday, we can get beyond all of this.