I’m feeling a lot of things at the moment.
I’m feeling shock that there are people in the world who think so little of human life.
I’m feeling grief for the victims of the terrorist attacks.
I’m feeling empathy for the friends and families of the victims, and for anyone affected by what happened.
I’m feeling joy that the reactions from most people were to offer help, to protect each other, to empathise and to decry the attacks.
I’m feeling despair that the reactions from others were to immediately judge, to condemn unrelated parties or to smugly use the news to further their own agendas.
I’m feeling outrage that some are spreading hate at a time when we really need to spread love.
And I’m feeling a great big dose of self-pity and exhaustion as I battle my third case of gastro in less than two months. Because even though my logical mind knows that there is far worse going on in the world, it’s difficult to remove myself from my own immediate experience.
We can all learn something from that.
Be kind to each other, everyone. Don’t just be kind to the people to whom it’s easy to be kind. Be kind to everyone.
We all need it.