I am still new to the blogging world and have experienced tragedy as a blogger for the first time with this recent Orlando tragedy. I am writing about this because tragedy is something that should be spoken about. To see tragic events such as this one, even if I am not physically apart of it, I found heartbreaking. I think to myself how can another human being not find this heartbreaking? Then again, it was another human being that caused this.
I was with fellow writers the other day talking about this. I remember saying to them, “As writers all of us sitting at this table has experienced anxiety, depression, dark thoughts or some struggle.” Their response was “Of course.” My next statement was “Yet we sit here united at a table because in our darkest hours, we made something beautiful out of it with our writing.” I expressed though how I cannot fathom a person having so much hate in one’s heart to inflict so much pain, devastation and damage. This is something I cannot comprehend.
This isn’t something unimaginable to me just because I am a mother. Don’t get me wrong, my son has changed me in ways that I never knew possible and I am beyond grateful to have him in my life. I have been blessed because of him. On a larger scale, another part of my conversation the other day, was how truly I believe that as human beings it is our duty to make a difference in this world and try to make it a better place because no one else is going to do it for us.
When I say this doesn’t necessarily mean everyone will go out and start a new charity that raises tons of money. If one should do so that is beautiful. To me though, part of humanity is about the little and simple things. Hold a door for someone. Pay for someone’s groceries to nice. Pay others compliments because it puts a smile on their face. Volunteer with local organizations or charities. Check on your elderly neighbor or shovel the snow for them. Look at person not based on skin tone, not by who they love, not by who they worship, not by the silly things they enjoy or the clothes they wear. No, you look at person and see their soul. Who are they? What kind of a person are they? Are they kind? Do they mean well?
I don’t write this as someone who considers themselves the perfect person, by no means do I think that. I am human, therefore I am flawed and not perfect. I have been judgmental in the past. I am not proud of every moment in my life and have made mistakes. Hell I am sure I will make more of them but I do my best to learn from them. To take those moments to help me become a better person. That I believe is part of our purpose in life. We are not perfect, nor were we meant to be but it is our duty to become better people. It is our duty to help one another and find a way to make this world a better place today than yesterday.
I am sure some people will read this and think another person who is preaching. I am not a preacher, I am simply a person who thinks and feels deeply. I am a person who enjoys making someone smile, lending a helping hand, being a form of comfort.
I know how cheesy I sound, I am a book nerd who hopes to make a difference even if it is tiny. In the light of tragedy, I want people to think not about how we can mourn these innocent and beautiful lives, but how can we honor them in the days that follow?
Life is precious, we should remember to treat it as such. You are all beautiful. Remember to love and support one another. My heart goes out to all Orlando victims, their family and their friends.