It was one lazy evening spent drinking with friends. TV was just playing in the background. All of a sudden, CNN flashed some breaking news about one airplane crashing into one of the World Trade Center towers. And then another one crashed into the other tower. Whatever degree of drunkenness I had that evening dissipated as I sat down transfixed on the TV.
Devastated was an understatement of how I felt.
Have we become so enamored with power that we could easily kill another just to keep it? Can we no longer take not being agreed with? Have we become so desensitized that another person’s life to us no longer carries as much value?
It’s been 12 years today but we are in no way closer to achieving peace than we were back then. I am not in the US but remembering the events that unfolded from that day on still breaks my heart. I am in the Philippines where war has lost its novelty. I hail from the south where bombs explode and it only makes the local news. It is sad that our wars are mostly internal. Today, people in Zamboanga City fear for tomorrow. At any given time, someone could die and it could them. For what? Brothers fighting brothers for reasons all feudal but dressed differently. Does it justify anything?
As nothing makes sense to me and as hope changed its name to chance, I can only whisper a prayer to my God. Let there be peace on Earth. And let it indeed begin with me.