This week more than twenty people lost their lives in an explosion. This week more than twenty families grieve the loss of loved ones. This week a world, once again, looks for reason and rationale.
When everything is tragedy, where does one find hope?
I don’t know the answer. I know that there are cries for justice. Cries for a cessation to needless killing. Cries for understanding, for tolerance, for recourse.
But where should we look? What is the meaning, the purpose? Why does it keep happening?
It feels as if we’re on the edge of something, and pretty soon it’s going to tip. What will we find on the other side?
When everything is tragedy, where does one find love?