It’s a terrible thing, but I don’t feel like writing about engineering today. Or writing about writing. I feel like writing about reality, about the lives I heard were lost on Friday.
Writing is my most cultivated talent. I write, hoping that my message may one day influence the world for the better, even though I spend time thinking up horrible things to include to pit my characters against.
But there are things in the world so terrible, we dare not truly capture them in fiction.
Here in my comfortable home, I can shut off the TV, lock away the Internet, put down my phone, and retreat to my imaginary world, where I am safe but my characters are not. That’s okay. They’re not real people.
Whatever your beliefs, don’t forget the real people and the real struggles and heartbreak that’s going on, as the image below says, in all corners of the world. Even if you can do nothing for Paris, for Baghdad, or for Beirut, there are thousands more suffering souls near wherever you are, waiting for a kind word, a kind ear, or a kind deed. If you have no money to spare nor time nor things, then at the very least, give the world your open-minded attitude and your compassion.
If you pray, pray for the terrible losses this past weak in bombings, shootings, and the everyday tragedies too small for national news. If you can, do what you can for the victims, their families, their neighbors, and their long journey to rebuilding their lives. And if you can’t, exercise your sympathy and keep an eye out for those who are hurting closer to home.
There is always a way to help.