I’m tired of crying. I’m tired of crying over lives lost for no good reason.
I had hoped that I was done crying after the attack in Brussels last week.
I doubt my tears will truly every cease.
Yesterday, Easter Sunday, there was a terrorist attack in Pakistan. Innocent civilians, mostly women and children, were out celebrating the holiday. Many never made it home.
The aim of the terrorists was to maim and kill the country’s Christian population celebrating one of its holiest days.
The arrow met the target.
Maybe it’s my American mindset, live and let live. As long as you let me live how I choose to live, then you can do whatever you want with your life.
But a line has to be drawn somewhere and the line is drawn when innocent lives are taken for no reason other than religion.
I’m tired of crying.