The antithesis of good

When life is going along all snazzy and beautiful-like it's easy to get caught up in your day-to-day local surroundings and sort of space out on what's going on in the rest of the world. And then it's hard to neglect a text message at 6AM from across the globe telling you that certain people are ok, "if you heard what happened in London yet." I know someone else there that's important to me and my family and I'm in the process of finding out if she's ok and a bit worried because she commutes to work every morning. Fingers crossed, holding my thumbs.

It's hard to imagine why anyone would want to hurt innocent people. I will never understand their philosophies as to why it seems right to them. There are certain parts of the world that think incredibly different than we do. I have little faith that they can change us, or that we could change them. This is how the world works. This reality makes me sick to my stomach. To each their own is a wonderful way to look at life and to be accepting is a true and solid trait that I strive to maintain on a daily basis. But, people setting off bombs with the strict purpose of killing people simply because of their geographic location is the most sickening way of thinking I've ever come across in my entire life.

I practice pacifism. But I'll defend myself when necesary. It sucks when you don't even get the chance, shot in the back; someone was on their way to their pointless job while their lover slept in. Everyone misses you now.