Photo by Magnus Wennman |
It feels wrong. Wrong to cry over chairs, wrong to go Christmas shopping, wrong to post happy little squares to Facebook and Instagram, when there are so many terrible things going on both around the world and right here in our own city. It seems that every time I turn on the tv or open my laptop I'm bombarded by the reality of the tragedies occurring all around us. I've been reminded more than enough lately just how fragile and precious life is. I hug Teddy crying on an almost nightly basis and think of those who can no longer do the same, thanks to war and shootings and racism and hate and any number of other things.
And maybe if we all knew that every time we saw something tragic on the news or Internet, we could take comfort in knowing that our collective efforts are at least a tiny step in the right direction to make it better. We have to make it better.