I can’t find the right words to describe my feelings. There’s so much going on and I can’t make any sense of it. You are trying to find out as much information as possible, but you still can’t seem to understand. You are constantly checking if everyone you know is alright and then if there are others that aren’t. You are left with questions you don’t know an answer to and these questions aren’t going away.
There’s this feeling of disbelief when you wake up to the news that there had been several bombings in a city not far from where you live.
There’s this feeling of disbelief when you see a building that’s been blown up on the news, when you know that you’ve been there countless times before.
There’s this feeling of disbelief when you see lots and lots of images of people who are hurt and injured and you don’t know how people can do that to someone else.
You try to watch the news to find out more even though the news itself doesn’t know it all. They are also searching for answers and trying to figure things out. You are left in a state of uncertainty and it’s slowly eating you from the inside. You don’t know what’s happening. You don’t know what will happen next. Everything is vague and unclear.
When the first proper news comes your way, you are struck with pain. Pain of all the people who were there. Pain of all the suffering. There’s news coming in that you just can’t believe. The number of people affected, the amount of damage that has been done. It’s impossible to imagine how that must have been and it’s impossible to imagine that it actually happened. But it did, it did happen and there’s nothing you can do to make it undone. The only thing you can do is help.
The only thing you can do is help and helping is something everyone can. Many think only the firemen and policemen and servicemen are able to do something. That’s not true. Even if you are not able to go there and help out. Even if you don’t have the means to go and help out. There’s still a way you can help and that’s by offering support and comfort. Giving moral support is something a lot of us did
In times like these, it’s heartwarming to see a hashtag like that all over Twitter. It stands for people who want to help. People that want to put aside their own needs to support others. People that care and will drop everything to go out and do something.
The biggest question I have right now is why. Why did this happen? I’m sure some people can find an answer to that, but then we have to ask ourselves the question if it’s worth it. Does this really have to happen? Do we really have to hurt other people to make a statement or to get our point across? Do differences in religion and culture really have to come to this? Can’t we just learn to tolerate each other and, more importantly, try to understand each other. Try to understand why someone does something in one way and the other in a different way. I know that this had little to do with religion and wasn’t really about religion, but religion and cultural differences are always being associated with things like this. We should look past that and see that this isn’t in the name of religion. No religion would want something like this to happen and yet every time it shows up in the conversations.
This isn’t something that only affects Belgium. It’s something that affects all of Europe and perhaps even the entire world. Not only because it was an airport that was targeted, where many different nationalities come together, but also because of what’s behind it. Because of what drives these attacks and what the motivations were.
This isn’t me trying to use this tragedy to get more views or likes. This isn’t me trying to use this tragedy to my advantage. This is me trying to understand, trying to figure out what happened and why it happened. This is me trying to cope with what I’m seeing and feeling. I sincerely hope no one ever has to go through something like that ever again, but then I would be oblivious to how the world really fits together and that we’ll never live without war or violence. I’m also aware that these kinds of tragedies are happening all the time and all around the world. I’m not trying to minimise those and saying that what happened today is way worse. It’s just that I’m experiencing this from up close. These are buildings I’ve been to several times, there are people involved that I may know or are related to friends of mine. I’ve been lucky in the way that no one I know was there when this happened, but there are so many others who were. We are being confronted with the harsh side of this world and it’s not pleasant to witness.
To end this post I would like to apologise for this being more serious than what I normally write. Everyone has their own way to deal with something like this and I had an urge to write about this. I would also like to apologise if I’ve offended anyone in any way, I probably didn’t mean to or didn’t choose the right words to express myself. As I said, I’m having a hard time describing what I’m feeling. Lastly, I would like to thank everyone involved, everyone that helped out and everyone that offered support. I hope I can speak for everyone by saying that it means a lot to see that others are willing to help and offer support.