Saturday, March 12, 2011 / 9:45 PM
Aftermaths.
The aftermaths keep coming.
They're dying down, but the damage is irreversible.
When the same thing happened, 7 years ago, I was terrified it would happen again. Yes, I was only 7 but I knew what happened, I knew how devastating it was, I knew how bad it was for everyone caught in the trap of disaster.
I hope things aren't as bad as they seem to be. I don't want catastrophe.
It's already happened though.
The death toll of Japan at 1300, and I highly doubt that number. The radiation leaks and everything that came as a result. The waves going on to other countries. The chain reaction.
and here we are still shopping for furniture.
when those people are picking in the rubble for anything they could possibly save.
Humanity, empathy. Whats it all supposed to mean?
Whats it all supposed to result in?
The most we could do is offer donations to aid and relief causes.
But those lives lost, whats 10 dollars to them?
I wish I could do more. Or have been there when everything came crashing down. I might have been able to do, however little, more to help those stranded in despair. Yeah, what a joke. whatamitosaythat.
When I first heard about it hitting Taiwan. I wasn't really sure how bad it was there but, the image of sheng's face appeared in my mind and I was so, scared. I was so afraid that he would be a victim in the fury of the waves and I imagined him going missing. I imagined something happening to him and this kind of really really raw fear struck me at the thought of losing him just like that. If we, if I, lost him in this horror, I really don't know how I would react. Cry. Scream. Lose control.
Nothing can ever happen to him, please. Thats what I thought.
All these, and more, flashed by me in the span of 5 seconds.
He was the first one who came into my mind at that moment of realising how bad it actually was.
But I knew he wasn't the only one.
Hundreds of bodies lying upon the ground. Like how it was in 2004.
All those lost hearts, fallen souls. Each and every one belonging in someone else's world. Each representing a surviving loved one leading a damaged life afterward. It must be so much worse than what I felt then. Of course it must, whats him to me compared to a family member to another? Minute. Insignificant. Infantile worry.
When will the aftermaths stop.
I don't think they ever will.
Labels: #prayforjapan, #prayfortheworld.
