A lesson unlearnt

In the night of matter Black flowers blossom Feathers on my breath

I hate myself for it, but when I first heard about it, I thought it would make such a sweet south park episode. A massacre the likes of which so many people have never seen. Well, thousands of miles away, the ripple is barely felt unlike someone closer by.

The united states, the government and the schools shouldn’t make a crisis out of this. While this is a sad day in the history of the world, it doesn’t mean that heightened security, more frequent checks, reduced student privacy is the answer, as it will become. Now I’m the same age as the gunman, and I’d hate it if people came in my room frequently and checked up if I didn’t have any guns stashed away inside the amp.

While it doesn’t concern me in anyway, the last thing that should happen is direct or indirect security. Because it happened once doesn’t mean it’ll happen again. Not by a long shot, and if it should happen, it will, and no amount of security enhancement will prevent it. 9/11 never repeated, and nobody’ll fly any aircraft into buildings, they’ll plan otherwise, and it’s not likely that they’ll be stopped too effectively.

What people need to do, in my opinion is to focus on returning to the way things were in the past. It’ll be hard to shake off the thought.

I still remember that once, in my own college, someone made the decision to end his life, and while the rest of the people got back as if nothing had happened, I was rudely shocked. I value life, any life. And a loss of life is a loss of potential, something that could’ve changed the world is gone. And what bothers me most is that I have so many thoughts, so many ideas, so many solutions inside me, and only need time.

I’ll write a little more later.