In this life, it seems as though God has blessed me with this blanket of protection from the realities of my world. He is always watching over me. I know that. But this life that I have been granted...the privilege to breathe and feel at ease...the ability to go to school without feeling a need to be armed for my safety...to go to sleep and not worry if my family and I will make it through the night. It is all a facade.
I have been conditioned and sheltered by my parents, but I have also sheltered myself. Grieving the loss of my peers around me while trying to move forward, stay focused on the "goal," and ensure that my future is in motion for us all. I see bodies dropping like flies all around me, but I'm still standing. I keep searching for the purpose God has waiting for me to realize, but my head is clouded. Why am I still here when my people are dying? Each day is this never-ending cycle of anger, violence, and death.
But then, God reminds of something. The plethora of blessings that He has bestowed upon His children is like fairy dust floating all around me. What a beautiful world we are all blessed to be in. It is nowhere near perfect. But it is ours. The death of one brings on the life of hundreds. Perhaps, their souls were too pure, too delicate, for this world. Perhaps, they are our guardian angels, glossing through the heavens to help us along the way. I pray that they are at peace. I pray they felt no pain in their departure. Most of all, though, I pray my community does not let their lives come and go in vain. I pray that I do not let their lives come and go in vain.
