Jun 27, 2021
I find it fascinating and terrifying how time does not stop for the tragedies. A child dies, a war happens, a brother gets lost and it will still be morning. The seasons will come and go. Your body will still age. The nature won't pause for anyone. Everything moves on as if nothing happened. So unmerciful yet so right. How small we are in front of the unknown, the unexplainable, the mystifying universe. So, why do we pause our lives for the pain the time ignores? Let us mourn for our personal tragedies but forbid us from being one ourselves. For perhaps it's not lack of mercy on life's behalf, rather than a warning we shall forget before we are forgotten.
