Here comes the rain again
It’s that time again.
Time to turn off the TV, radio and avoid as much of the internet media as possible if you want to stay reasonably mellow and upbeat.
Heresy, huh, to call memorial events surrounding 9/11 depressing?
Let’s face it: it is depressing. It doesn’t do us any good to be repeatedly bashed in the head with reminders of what happened. We all know what happened. We were bystanders, all of us.
It’s called ‘wallowing in grief.’ It’s also called a lot of other things, but morbid is one of the prime words I’d use right now.
It has been 10 years since that day, and because of that marker, we’re going to be inundated with memorials, commemorations, events, shows, articles and so on until we can’t stand it any more.
Queen Victoria was accused of being morbid when she continued to mourn her husband Albert long after his death. Rightfully so-and we should take a lesson.
To repeatedly drown ourselves in morbid, depressing truth is like flagellating ourselves repeatedly with whips-or beating our heads into walls.
Why do we do it? Is it our guilt urging us to punish ourselves for surviving? Is it that we just can’t tear our eyes away?
Whatever the reason is, I’m tired of being dragged back through those hours and days of incessant terror, pain and grief.
I’m tired of commemorating death. I’m tired of repeatedly witnessing and remembering chaos and terror.
The media are feeding on grief that should long have been done with. They’re making money on this, make no mistake. I’m tired of buying into the grief machine.
Let’s stop this annual frenzy of grief and concentrate on living.
The dead are still dead.
We cannot bring them back with any number of memorials, services or commemorative editions, no matter how hard we try.
It just isn’t going to change the past.
We cannot change what happened. We will have to live with it.
Because we can’t change what happened, we can stop the incessant mourning of things we cannot change.
Let’s bury the date, finally. It’s done and over with.