I had this completely different post planned. But given yesterday’s events, I decided to reroot today’s post. We had a birthday dinner last night + it was Halloween. Every year, since moving to the US, we’ve celebrated Halloween in costumes and nights out. Yesterday was meant to be no different. But then, around 3:30 in the afternoon, there was an alleged terrorist attack. I didn’t pay much attention in the beginning. Hearing something like that, nowadays, seems very mundane.
I say mundane in the sense that it’s become very common in 2017. For those of you who don’t know, someone started running over pedestrians and cyclists in TriBeCa, New York City. I try not to pay too much attention to these events because I don’t want to be taken over by fear and anxiety. I realize this is the world we are living in, but it’s so scary that it gets daunting.
Then, a friend came over to get ready for dinner. We were putting our costumes together for Halloween. As we were almost done, my husband went to walk our puppy. He got home no more than 10 minutes later, plain white and with the dog in arms. I thought something had happen to the puppy. But as it turns out, he witnessed someone being ran over by a car right in front of our building. What the fuck? We were practically no-shows at the dinner because yesterday seemed to be going so wrong.
I often exclude myself from these conversations because I might seem too oblivious. Maybe I am. And that doesn’t necessarily scare me, because I want to keep living my life as is. Without the fear of something terrible like this happening at every corner. I try not to live my life through fear and paranoia. But in hopes that this too shall pass and be all a phase the world is going through. Probably a very naive thought, I realize. But truthful nonetheless. This makes me seriously appreciate the people in my life and how I’m grateful to have them all in here.