14 September 2012
This, like most other things I do has been procrastinated for a few days, but I digress... If you know what I'm talking about, then you have most likely been effected by it, had it change your life. I'm speaking of September eleventh, two thousand and one, the tragedy that shook our nation, our lives and our minds. Although this has had and still has such an impact on people, I find it hard to belive that people just a few years younger than me have been born post-9/11. Though I think that this means they will forget, whenever I think this I remind myself that I was olny one at the time, have only ever fleeting memories of that day; my mom pulling me out of pre-school, coverage of it on the TV, my mom leaving to check on my aunt who lived in Queens. When I think about it, while I was “alive”, at that time I wasn't really living, experiencing, taking everything in. I recall thinking when I saw the broadcast of the attack that it was a documentary or a fiction story, and wanting to see it over again, fascinated by it. So much naïveté. As I reflect on it, I know we as Americans must never forget this attack, but we should also not live in a constant state of fear like a herd of sheep with a solitary wolf among them. If we are in this constant fear, this constant terror, does that not mean that they have won?
As always, ZenMercury
Proud to be an American
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