It is both associated with love and with anger.
It is the colour that pumps through our veins.
It is worn by those with bravery in their hearts.
It is the colour that brings us strength.
It is the symbol we wear; less we forget.
Canadian’s, wear your colour proudly.
As I sit amongst my peers, I remain silent. My eyes wander aimlessly. I find myself staring at the neatly written words at the top of the board: that was when I was reminded. Today is 9/11.
When the events happened 12 years ago I was too young to understand. Still I do my best to be respectful of those who lost their lives in that tragedy.
I then find myself, thinking about life itself, and how fragile it can be. My thoughts bounce back and forth: do I fear death? No. Am I afraid of anything…? I used to be. As time passes, I simply wonder about many things. Why did they put up new buildings at ground zero? Are those buildings being used? Does anyone despise them? How did it feel knowing you’d never see your loved ones again…I knew how it felt, losing many loved ones recently that summer, but I wasn’t close with them. What would I do if I lost someone so dear to me? Honestly, I don’t know.
I’m not an American, nor was I old enough to remember the events of 9/11…but for all of those who suffered from this tragic event, I wish you peace and I am very sorry for what happened.
Personally, I believe these new buildings represent bravery, from overcoming a large obstacle, as well as closure for those who had lost someone, and most of all these buildings represent a new beginning.
Well…that’s all. I just thought I’d share that today.
Till next time,