Originally Posted by RSK
that reminds me, during the holidays, i read Night by Elie Weisle. I am really lost for words...i don't know what to say.
i guess you don't have to say ANYTHING really! it's just a matter of acknowledging the power, fragility, and delicacy of the human spirit, and the consequences of when this 'humanity' is lost...
....it's definately one of the most painful things that i've been exposed to "through books, documentaries, and film' in my life. what worse, is that there are people that deny the holocaust ever happened...it makes me SOOO ****in' sick when i hear or read this!
at my university, a family came to give a public talk, out in the open, in the outdoors, right outside the business building of my campus. they created a 'circle' of spectators. i remember being in the crowd, and listening to what they had to say. the family looked STRANGE and VERY OLD FASHIONED. there was a mother, father, older daughter, and a YOUNG kid - he was YOUNG. and here they were preaching some of the most repungant, and sickly things i could think of. of course, the crowd that gathered debated them, but it was no use, i mean, it would've been better to just LEAVE...
...i don't know what. i mean, i can say what i want, but i can never change the past, i mean, if something happens on the other side of the world tommorow, like another terrorist bomb in the middle east, or more soldiers dying in iraq, my heart goes out to these people....i feel hopeless, i mean, what can i do? sure, if i see something WRONG, i will speak out, but honestly, sometimes resposibility is not in my hands, and instead, some dude someowhere else has a choice to make, and he makes the wrong one....
....this can go on and on.
if you are reading this far. i am upset, because of something that happened recently: I was in my apartment, and i decided to watch the news. I watched the headlines, and coincidentally, the 2000th soldier in Iraq had died. I watched the 15 minute segment on t.v, and it made me feel a way i cannot describe....
....but that wasn't it. It was until recently, when i got the latest statistic...i think it was 2,165 at the time...
...this is when i kind of broke. I mean, in my mind, 165 Soldiers. And then, I think of the time between the day i watched the headlines in my apartment, and the day i heard the 2,165 number (on the radio)...
...i think about that brief period of time, and what exactly it was, that i've been doing, and where my mind has been, what i've been thinking about, and so on...
...well, i don't think i will go on anymore, because i'm sure we all have our own personal ways to deal with grief.
i will be 23 years old this year, and just to think that 22 year olds have died fighting this war , its too much sometimes.
i'll stop.