watching, reading, and writing stories


on April 19, 2013

This week has been hard… full of tragedy for many people. Boston bombings… a fertilizer plant explosion in West, TX. Many people have been hurt, even died. It’s made me stop and think about life.

My life sometimes seems full of little tragedies. Little things don’t go my way and it seems like the end of the world. But then you compare those little things to something like this… and I guess I should be thankful that I’m not the person dealing with this big tragedy. But I still hurt for the people who are going through it. I guess it’s kind of like reading a book. You connect with the protagonist, maybe even the sidekicks and when something terrible happens to them, you empathize. We’re wired that way, to react to others’  emotions. I saw a documentary once about how the same areas in the brain light up whether you were actually feeling an emotion or if you just saw another person displaying an emotion.

It’s like the scene in Les Miserables that always makes me cry. Whenever I see Anne Hathaway crying as she sings I Dreamed a Dream, I can’t help but tear up with her. In some ways, maybe that’s a blessing. Whenever we go through something horrible, it feels like no one else can understand or feel what we feel, when really… maybe they can.

Well, that’s my post for tonight, it’s not exactly about novels, but it seemed appropriate. Boston and West residents, I’m praying for you.



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