"41 dead in Pakistan Swat Valley blast"
http://www.cnn.com/2009/WORLD/asiapcf/10/12/pakistan.blast/index.html
When searching for an article today, I saw this headline and immediately dismissed it from my array of choices. However, just as soon as I made this decision, I realized how incredibly sad that choice was in the wide scheme of things. Have I really become that indifferent, that callous and immune to horrific headlines such as these that I bypass them without thinking or feeling? Regardless of where they are from, what they are like, or how it happened, 41 citizens of this world died today, and I wasn't even fazed. I want to make excuses, blame the media for its lack of censorship, blame the rest of man for its incessant savagery, but really, what have I done to change any of that? Perhaps it's time to reevaluate.
About Me
- Trisha
- Whenever I paint, I put my left arm behind my back, and when I'm really focused on my art, I've been told that my breathing gets heavier. Walking barefoot is my petit bonheur, and trees are the most fascinating thing on this planet. I could eat a whole jar of peanutbutter slowly by the spoonful, especially if you sit me down in front of a movie, or two, or three. Sleeping with the window open makes for the best night's rest. I like to sit on the floor, even when a chair is available, which is ironic, because I really like to design furniture. The place where the Cleveland Indians play will always be Jacob's Field, and drawing with a pencil and paper will always beat out Photoshop. Cleaning my room with music blasting makes me happy. Funny, cause I've been unanimously voted the messiest in my house. When I think of the house I will own when I'm older, it involves a library, an art studio, floor-length windows with ivy crawling up the panes, and a roof I can easily climb on. It also involves secret passageways and those creepy paintings with spyholes for eyes. My kids are getting a treehouse whether they want one or not. As it turns out, I didn’t have to swim to Europe.
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