I feel like life is on hold today.
How could it not be, after the carnage in Paris over the weekend?
The images from the bloodbath are surreal and defy comprehension. As the death toll rises and the horrific stories continue to unfold, I try to wrap my head around this atrocity, because that is human nature. To try to make sense of things.
It’s useless. Evil on this scale can not be explained.
Evil is imprinted on the faces of those terrorists as they systematically snuffed out innocent lives of people just living their lives. Evil is marked on the terrorists who planted a bomb on the Egyptian flight bound for Russia. And evil is the name for the suicide bomber who blew up a busy street in Beirut, killing scores. More innocent lives, lost for nothing.
Just like with 9/11, there is no sense to be made out of terrorism that rips our social fabric to shreds, tears loved ones from our arms, destroys life as we knew it.
The jihadists are gloating over their success as the rest of the world weeps for the City of Lights.
My husband and I have been to Paris several times. Our daughter spent her semester abroad there. We have walked the streets, dined in outdoor cafes, visited museums, shopped in boutiques. Normal things that you do in a city like Paris, experiencing the vibrancy and charm of this stunningly beautiful city. Exactly what the innocent victims were doing Friday night.
What is to be learned from this? How can parents explain this to their children? Why are we hated for pursuing the pleasures that life has to offer? When will we be able to live our lives in peace? Where will the terrorists strike next?
There are no answers.
But once again, we find ourselves on high alert, watching the news, wondering what will be next, fearful.
I have been pretty much staring blankly at the work I should be doing. My head and my heart are with the Parisians who are numbly trying to get through their Monday, just going through the motions as best they can.
It should be a normal Monday.
But it isn’t.