I hate Winter. I have said this many, many times. I hate it so much that now, when it is actually still Autumn, I am already complaining and wearing scarves and boots and generally walking around being miserable with a definite case of SAD. I hate that I have to wear trousers and jeans – ugh! I hate that my fingers ache and my nose is red and I can’t feel my toes. I hate that my hair goes from being a bit mad, to downright mental and ridiculous. I spend several months looking like a drowned, frizzy rat.
I hate that the mornings are so cold and dark, and getting up is not only miserable but confusing (Body : Why are we getting out of bed? It’s pitch black outside – surely it is not morning yet, you stupid girl!). I hate that everyone else whinges about the heat in Summer (which lasts for about three seconds, as opposed to Winter which lasts FOREVER!!!) and “enjoys” the cooler days. Bah humbug to them, I say!
But then, after the events of this week in Manchester, I stopped hating Winter quite so much. Because I’m sure that all of the parents that lost children in that attack would trek through snow and ice, in bare feet, carrying the weight of the world on their back, just to see their loved ones again. I’m cold – they’ve lost a child. There’s no contest there. Teenagers and adults also lost their lives – they will never feel the sting of Winter again, never get to complain about cold feet or rain-frizzed hair, never get to snuggle up with the people they love and enjoy a hot cup of tea.
The world is so scary right now. I don’t know how it will ever get better. And, although we are all focused on Manchester right now, there are of course incidents like this happening all over the world, in many different countries, and we tend to become jaded and desensitised about it, especially when it isn’t happening in our own backyard. People live with this kind of terror every single day, for years on end, and it barely gets reported or, if it does, it comes somewhere down the list below some football team winning a championship and Taylor Swift’s latest relationship.
I don’t claim to know anything about politics, religion, or world affairs, or much about anything, really. I tend to not watch the news because it’s so dreadfully depressing and upsetting. I find myself just NOT WANTING TO KNOW. Which is bad, I know, but I feel helpless and sad and anxious when I see/hear things I can’t do anything about. And nowhere feels safe anymore. And I have little people in my life who are just starting out and I fear for them so much. I just pray that they are the change the world needs to see. I have to believe that their beautiful spirits and hearts can make things better.
I don’t know where I am going with this post. My heart hurts and I am just feeling cold, inside and out, and Winter cannot be blamed this time.
Be kind to one another. Be understanding. Show tolerance and acceptance and empathy. We have to stop this happening over and over again.