|In which we celebrate a long dead culture.|
Why do we mourn the dead? Is it because we think we're better off living? Is it because we know we'll never see them again? What if, instead of mourning them, we celebrate their life? I know some people do. On this day, September 12th, 2013, I would like to think about the day September 11th, 2001, and wonder, why is this day so sad? I didn't know until a few years ago, and I don't remember what my reaction was, fear? Sadness? It was hard on me, this I know. It was one of the saddest days of my life. I will always remember those people, with sadness of course, but I will always wonder, what will it be like, I don't know, 100 years into the future? Will we start to forget? To move on with our lives? I personally think eventually we will forget, and the events of 9/11 will be lost to the mists of time. I am writing this thinking that lives should be celebrated, mourned of course, but celebrated as well.