A Day to Remember The Victims
For many years now, there exist a disease within mankind, one whoās road to recovery will never be found.
Some causes of this disease are jealousy, religion and power.
In many cases mankind reacts with action, often described as a war.
The result of this action is that mankind become plagued by a further stage of the disease, a plague, such as a lack of hygiene, a time of hunger strikes and/or a visit from dead.
Most of mankind is lucky though, as I, we live in prosperity, wealth and opulence.
And every time when we, who lives in these good conditions, are confronted with this disease.
Or if I might say, the plague, when it touches our environment.
We all stand still, we all feel the horror, and give our thoughts to all the victims and survivors of this disease. The disease in mankind.
I do too. I also see the horror, the shock.
But I am deeply ashamed. I am ashamed of the powerlessness that I feel, I am ashamed of the nastiness deep inside.
I am ashamed of so many people who want to let the families of the victims know that,
We stand still,
We feel the horror,
We think of You.
However, thereās nothing We can do.
In this type of events, like when the plague brings a visit to the wealth.
There are pessimists, optimists, positivists, negativists, activists, snoopers, researchers, analysts, truth-seekers, conspiracy theories, politicians, united nation of security, celebrities, bloggers, journalists, petitions, (ā¦)
and finally there are Those who REALLY CAN do something about it.
With this statement I add myself to the people who canāt just shut there mouth, and I will continue with my awesome good life.
Mankind will never heal, and we will continue to notice that with an even bigger punch in the face. Pain lasts just a moment.
No slap or punch will be enough.
