Life Writing/2

We say hello too fast and goodbye too soon. Before you know it, another headline scrolls across CNN ... but there is no time to read more than the few words that say, "Iran to Bomb Israel if Attacked." And then, I think-- expletives and angry faces, wrenched hearts and clenched fists only makes swallowing harder.
If life were a tree, I would see it dying before me. Hit by a lightning bolt of hate ... a mysterious force that entered the world, but how? and why, oh God? the world is on its knees praying for the roots of this tree to grow back again. But it has not rained in months, in years-- the land is parched for love, peace, dignity, respect and liberation. Trees like these cannot grow cannot expound goodness and life under such conditions.
Where are the peacemakers? the organizers? where is the love, the smile, the pause to listen to a friend, the care to ask a janitor how his day is going, to read the article "Iran to Bomb Israel if Attacked"...
Where am I ... lost in a turbulent sea of global turmoil. Trying to stay afloat, not get swept over by the tidal wave of reading assigned work, or by insecurities, ignorance, and an overwhelming feeling that I do not know enough, or that I forget what I have learned.
Iran, the question ... Iran. my answer is, I don't know. I hope to God that politics and economics would stop annihilating the world and the precious people who, so helplessly (I think and feel) fall under and into the wrath of such fierce forces. I hope to God that peace would become more than an ideal and that the question of entering Iran would never even exist to be a logical thought or present day reality.