I am so scared... I have the feeling something terrible is going to happen, and that my life might very well be over in the near future. I'm in Southern California, so if there is a terrorist attack here and I'm never heard from again, and someone reads this blog that still exists in cyberspace long after my soul has left this world, then you'll know what became of me.
I feel so sick... the stress has been eating away at me. The government keeps issuing statements like "Terrorists will get their hands on weapons of mass destruction..." and "Undoubtedly, Americans will be killed on American soil in terrorist attacks..."
Um, excuse me, but it doesn't sound like our government is taking too many steps to reassure us or prevent any of this from happening. And how come? Probably because the people who issue these statements know they will be safe, at least for the time being. Those in power often seem to fall after civillians have needlessly perished in a fight that was never their own.
If I die— if any of us die a horrific death from terrorist attacks— whether it be another incident similar to the horror that was, and still remains, from Sept. 11th, or biological warfare, or air raids... I just want those who are left behind on this planet to remember the lives lost as human lives. I don't want to become a statistic in a history book. Please remember me. I'm only 18; my life is just beginning. I have so much left to live for. I still have yet to experience a first kiss, or the joy of a family, or the satisfaction of holding my own in this great big world. And I realize, that there are many girls just like me, who have already died because of a battle that they never intended to be a part of. And I weep for them now.
Why must there be war between peoples? Why can't we stop this senseless slaughter of innocent lives? I have been taught that war, plagues, and other forms of massive killings are necessary to maintain the balance of this planet. But it does not change the fact that I never intended any harm upon another human life; not in Afghanistan, or Israel, or in my own home. And it will never justify every human life that was ever lost; every story left unfinished...
If you, the reader, stumble upon these words in the life that follows my death, consider the irony... Consider your own life... But don't consider the poor construction of my sentences in this emotionally heated stream-of-consciousness. I am beside myself with grief...
We must enjoy each and every day that we are given. I pray that God will protect us all, and that we may no longer have to fight each other for believing differently in who He is.