179 or more people died today in a train bomb explosion at Mumbai, India, while hundreds others are left wounded or struggling to stay alive. For those who were there before it happened, I'm pretty sure that they were thinking that this is just another day. But they were wrong. It turned out to be one of the worst days of their lives. For us, today is just another day. Why? Because Mumbai is so far away, and soon, this will be old news. How many people need to die first before we come to grips with the truth, that our life is just as fragile as everybody's else? How many limbs need to get blown off before we learn how to love others as our self?
Sorry for the rant. I'm just having a lousy day, and I'm feeling really sad over those people who perished just like that. No warnings, no second chances. Just like that.
Sigh.
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