I try to keep things light and pretty around here, but given yesterdays events at the Boston Marathon it wouldn't feel right not acknowledging them. My heart is heavy and love and prayers go out to everyone affected.
In times like these, the only word I can use to describe my emotion is FEAR.
The kind you can't rationalize, or talk yourself out of.
The kind that is derived from hate, and at the hands of a monster.
The kind of fear that can take over your mind and follows you day to day.
The kind that makes you question mankind.
What kind of world do we live in that we have to fear our daily routines?
I find myself avoiding the television and media. Not because I want to live in a bubble and pretend things like these do not exist, but because the fear consumes me. Am I the only one who feels this way? What kind of emotions come to surface in times like these for you?