Feeling nostalgic and a bit homesick tonight.
When horrible things happen in the West, it hits closer to home than other news. It's not right and not justified, though natural I guess. And when things happen this close to home, it's hard to accept that from now on, places that are part of my most innocent childhood memories, and even very recent ones of great meaning, places my heart belongs to, have the potential to bear the weight of so much suffering and so much tragedy.
I badly want to know that we're all going to be okay. But these things aren't up to us.
Until love wins over hate, we need to continue to give it to others, unconditionally.