The Boston Marathon (15 April 2013)

Remember the days when kids could just go out to play? Do you remember the days when going to school was okay, when getting educated and having a thick skin were just enough, emotional release didn't require guns and stuff? Do you remember when the height of the world was measured in two, so long before planes crashed and fire replaced the sky's peaceful blue? Can you remember those times gone by, when visiting the theatre wasn't the same as saying goodbye, to all your friends, family, peers... remember when mother's eyes weren't perpetually bathed in tears? because I'm not sure we can. I'm not sure we remember what our mother thought they taught us best, that we're the same regardless of gender, race, or dress, That you can make friends even if they are different than you, I think we've forgotten when that used to be true. Those times when a scraped knee was the worst hurt to be had, the times when people couldn't imagine the world to be so bad. No one believed times would be so bleak when you were as afraid of your neighbor as the shady blokes who lived on the street. We don't remember that loving one another can be enough, that lashing out only prove our failures and not that we're tough. We've forgotten what George Lucas knew to be true, the only villains behind Darth Vader's mask are me and you.