this is our world

This is our fucking world, where cancer takes away a son a husband an uncle a brother a father, where a plane crashes into the ocean and takes it all away, where an earthquake wreaks havoc on Haiti, the 'poorest country in the Western Hemisphere'. Already, 80% live below the poverty line* - 80%! - and then this happens.

This is a world where it will all become a statistic.

An Ethiopian Airlines plane blew up and crashed into the sea, minutes after it took off. 90 people are feared dead.

How can we stand in the face of grief like this?





I don't feel comfortable posting those pictures, because that there, staring out from your computer screen is grief, pure grief, at its most raw. But it's a reminder that this is what's real, this pain, this loss of life. Wrapped up in our internet and televisions and school work we forget that some people cry so hard that something breaks, something breaks inside of them that cannot ever be fixed. We forget, maybe we don't even know, that a baby's sandal was amongst the wreakage washed ashore.

And how can we ever understand the pain of the man whose wife and two young children died in a car crash? Whose entire life was wiped out yet he still has to go on?

I don't know where to go with this, what to do with these words, but this is our world, and it's fucked up.



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