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Another Plane Goes Down

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Nov. 12th, 2001 | 11:49 pm
mood: thoughtfulthoughtful
music: Kenny Loggins - Footloose

Another plane crashed in New York today. American Airlines. Mechanical failure. Or at least, that's what it looks like.

It's funny in a way -- my friend emailed me (and some other people) about what's happened and how the world is falling apart and all that, and the thing is, the world isn't falling apart. When we ask if we'll ever be safe... well, we weren't ever really safe. We just thought we were. But what about the people who've lived with war all their lives? The people in Africa and in Isreal and Palestine, where bombs and threats and things are just a part of life. Just because they weren't here and weren't things that we grew up with doesn't mean that since they're here and making news now suddenly the world is falling apart.

But then, perhaps OUR world is falling apart, because things aren't the way we remember them being, the way we accepted life to be based on our sheltered experiences.

Sometimes I really feel guilty that I'm not more affected by the tragedies of late. I feel like I should feel worse for the people who've lost family. And it's not that I don't feel bad for them and think that the things that have happened -- the plane that went down this morning and the Twin Towers two months ago -- aren't tragic because they are. It just hasn't completely changed my value system the way it has for other people. I guess the fact that my mom's already come so close to death so many times makes me realize that any one of us could die on any given day, and while it's easy to just say that, living with it has made that statement a reality for me.

People tritely say "the most unhealthy person on Earth could live another thirtysome years while the healthiest person alive could walk out his front door tomorrow and get hit by a bus," but seldom do they live by it. And I think people are learning to live by it now -- to take chances and to remember to tell people how much they matter. People have stopped taking for granted the people who are important to them, and that, I believe is a good thing. I guess for me the difference is that I stopped taking it for granted that someone I love will always be there a long time ago.

And on a completely unrelated side-note, I realized today that it is easily possible for me to double major in Biochemistry and Neural Science with a minor in Dramatic Literature.
And possibly Biology.

I know. I'm crazy.

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You're not crazy at all.

from: arcataengeneura
date: Nov. 13th, 2001 03:11 am (UTC)

I really like what you say here. My sentiments are very similar. Having recognized the reality of warfare and strife outside our borders all of my life, I've been apprised of our vulnerability. More than anything else, the events of the past several weeks reveals just how unobservant so many of us really are; which admittedly, reveals my own naivity... about people.

I vaguely suspect that for those wise to the inevitability of such a horrific spoil... well, frankly for them the world hasn't really changed that much. I certainly don't mean to be insensitive either, but after the first terrorist attempt to raze the WTC, it was not a question of if, but only when. I suppose the thing I ought to feel guilty about is how vividly--an acurately--I visualized it happening, years before it did.

Anyway, not to ramble. I just wanted to say that your mindfulness about matters alone bespeaks an ability to keep things in perspective... something I admire. Plus I just wanted you to know that I do spend time reading others' entries... although I've only made time to respond to the more substantive and smart ones... ones for which I have something worthwhile so say.

Lastly, I wanted to tell you that you've learned a precious lesson in life early. On the day my father died, I had the presence of mind to call him up; and during the course of a 90 minute conversation was able to convey more gratitude and love than I ever had before. I hadn't talked to him for a few months prior. I'm fortunate to have had such an opportunity. You're very fortunate as well, for what you don't take for granted.


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