I don’t think there are any words to describe what happened on Monday night.
I had a blog post lined up for today but it all seems really insignificant after Monday night. To be honest, most things did. No one cares about my ‘chitty chatty’ life update after Monday. I spent Monday evening faffing over trying to find a printing service for wedding invitations, which is nothing to what happened that evening.
I realise I will never know what the people who were at that concert went through, or any other victim of terrorism. I have no right to even comment on it as it’s not affected me personally. But, this blog isn’t all about fancy meals out and that image everything is perfect on social media. It’s about what’s real and what’s happening in the world right now. Fancy restaurant reviews, life catch ups and my dog’s bow ties do not matter when things like this are going on.
I spent Monday night and Tuesday at work pretty much scrolling through BBC news keeping up to date in what was happening. I scrolled through the hashtags on Twitter watching people pleaing and desperately trying to find their loved ones. People trying to make sense of what had happened. I was a heartbroken bystander watching chaos unfold around me whilst checking to see if my family and friends were okay too.
I think that’s what has made this terrorist attack hit home for me more than any other one. I’ve never been to Paris and I’m not a London girl. I was only 11 when 9/11 happened. I remember that day clear as anything watching it unfold on the TV. But, I haven’t been to New York either. The events are heartbreaking, awful and evil what had happened then, but, I could never see me getting caught up in that. I couldn’t relate. I never thought oh shit that could be me.
But, in my teenage years you would see have seen me at a gig. It would have been either my Mum or my friend’s Mum waiting for me to come home. That is what I could relate too.
It’s the first attack where it’s well and truly hit home for me. I was sat in bed scrolling through social media trying to comprehend it all. There’s one thing I couldn’t get out of my head: concerts always give you that buzz. There’s that pure energy in the air full of happiness and bliss. Where there is a room full of people united for their love of music and for a band. Then for it to be instantly extinguished for fear, for people running for their lives, pain and confusion.
Two opposite ends of the scale that I never thought would mix.
All I can say is that is truly puts things in perspective. On Monday afternoon I was asked to describe my perfect day and I said it would be travelling with my fiance and Rufus in a city somewhere; exploring and discovering new things. Today I would say, ‘Put me in my Mum and Dad’s back garden with my family and friends. All of them healthy, happy and safe’. Everything else in life is a bonus: a nice car, a house, holidays a year and fancy cameras. None of that matters when it comes down to it. The wellbeing and safety of your people does. They are the people who create your happiness, empower you and make you sparkle. Make memories with them and live your life with them.
Don’t stop when it just comes to your people. Random acts of kindess are the way to go. Buy a homeless person a coffee; 3 minutes and £2 of your life doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things. Offer strangers a lifeline. Hold doors open for people. Wish people good morning. Stop being so self-absorbed caught up in what’s going on in our own individual lives. In a world so full of hate, fear and down right evil, we need love to win.
It’s been a wake up call how fragile life can be. Invest in your friendships, your family and the people who make you the best version of you.
Because one day, they won’t be here and we don’t know when that is going to happen.