Maybe I'll just try to blog more often then.
Anyway, I've been wanting to post something, but due to pure laziness, and moreover it was during the prelims period, I decided not to do it.
But since I've done my amath practice in the morning, and there's nothing much for me to study, I'll just use this free time to blog about. I know it's kinda late (by 5 days) for me to blog this, but well, better late than never!
I'm so damn sure whoever who comes across this will definitely know what it's about, and maybe roughly know what I'm blogging about. Unless you're some person that lives in the clouds or deep underneath the ground such that this earth-shaking news didn't affect you somehow.
Well, the purpose of this post, is to commemorate those who died in thus tragic incident - in both the World Trade Center and the very unfortunate ones who were on the same plane as those terrorists.
This post, is also to honour the selfless heroes who tried to keep friends or acquaintances alive, at the expense of their lives.
To the police and firefighters who ran into the building of inferno to save strangers they never knew - be it because it was part of their job or part of their personal belief. These brave people not only fought the fire, but also against time, and also despite knowing the dangers of the crumbling building, knowing that they would join all these strangers in the afterlife when the building collapse, they carried every hope of saving every victim in the building in their thoughts, inside the building.
And through this, we have seen the 2 sides of humanity. Heaven and hell, angel and devil. But despite the presence of such unsightly evil, we have also seen actions, emotions, and thoughts that are the reasons why humanity seem invincible, indestructible; the reasons why we're still holding on and struggling in this corrupted, and dying world. Maybe we will, one day, but it is not the day where the entire world showed care and concern to each other, supported each other no matter financially or emotionally.
Even in such a busy city, where only work runs through people's mind, it was such a day when people placed faith in every thought, in every heartbeat, placed complete faith in their Gods, that they'll be granted the strength to save lives, the strength to live.
The strength to run away from the jaws of death, showcasing their will to live, their will to live even though they were trapped beneath the rubble that shattered their bodies, their bones - pushing away the hundreds of pounds while thinking of their loved ones.
What will happen to them, if I died? What will happen to me, if he/she died?
The day we prayed that our friends, families and loved ones are safe and sound, and pushing away the thoughts that morning breakfast was the last time you ever saw that person.
However, no matter how unfortunate something comes to that someone, and how grieved their closed ones are, it is that day that people learned to move on, and not stay stagnant on the thoughts of death, but learn to stay strong and live just like how those victims tried hard to - the sole reason why they wanted to live, so that the people they loved would be happy knowing they're still alive, and for having faced death so closely but fought back with sheer courage and detemination.
And to ALL these people, I salute you!
Maybe we're trying, trying to hard.
Maybe we're torn apart.
Maybe the timing, is beating our hearts.
We're empty.
