Terror hits home!

I had been blog-hopping these past few days, reading the updates of other pple’s lives. I just simply refused to pen down my thoughts, which have been in a whirlwind, until I chanced upon a blog update titled “Therapeutic Writing”. It’s aptly titled as the author blogs on her feelings of the Singaporean fatality in the Mumbai “911” attack.

Yes, I too am very emotionally affected by this horrific happening. A beautiful life, cruelly n senselessly ended by the terrorist attack. I can’t even imagine the pain n suffering the family, friends and loved ones must be going through now. I deeply n sincerely wish them strength n courage to get through the pain n heart-wrenching loss.

I seem to have been living in a cushioned world for the past 34 years, seemingly in a self-declared safe haven. How ironically naive I have been, when the world is such a dangerous place to live in. Terrorists can strike anywhere n anyplace, to anyone, even unarmed civilians. It could have been anyone. I worry for my daughter. Even now, images of a 2-yo baby boy crying painfully to the loss of his parents who were among the civilian casualities of the terrorist attack flashes through my mind.

Movies are so ridiculously stupid! It downplays the dangers of terrorists, good guys don’t always win, n walk out unharmed. Hostages are not always successfully captured! What about the casualities? Does anyone think about them?

I seem to have been hit and struck wide awake. I count my blessings everyday. I enjoy and treasure all my moments with family, friends and loved ones, most especially my precious darling.

There… this is my version of therapeutic writing… It really helps to pen down these thoughts…