I was supposed to work on the next blog posts yesterday, but I just couldn’t. I didn’t have the heart to do anything so I just stayed home trying to not think about what happened. It wasn’t a common Saturday anyway. Even if from time to time I turned on the news on TV, I switched off social media. I couldn’t take it anymore, seeing all these faces of missing people on Twitter, and then later, those same people saying that the search was over. It was over.
And then today I felt the need to post something. What happened in Paris on Friday night, it could have happened to anyone. I was in the Bataclan last month, some people were there the night before, and some other had tickets for the day after.
Most importantly, it is a reminder that life is short, and we must do our best to appreciate it, embrace it, and enjoy it. I know I’m not the most grateful person for what I have, always waiting around and doubting. I’ll try to work on that.
Now let’s enjoy our beautiful and beloved city and take care of it, take care of ourselves.