Now I know normally I'm a pretty upbeat girl, writing about topics that are giddy and happy. However, I want to change things up a bit today. Today, actually more in the last ten minutes, realization sank in for me.
How did the little perfect world I grew up in turn into a state of constant worry and fear?
Several of my friends and friends of friends, mere CHILDREN, are preparing to fight for their lives in war. It seems like yesterday I was joking with these friends, talking about future plans and goals, about how our kids will be just as good as friends as we are. And now, those plans are up in flames. I can't even wrap my head around it. I don't know how people deal with spouses, lovers, sons or daughters in the military. It's one of the hardest things to cope and deal with. Both you and them knowing that he or she is about to fight people who want nothing more than to steal their precious life and dreams. And your whole life, you have wanted nothing more but to see those dreams realized. When did we grow up? When did war games on the playground turn into war? When did bebe guns turn into AK-47s? And when did "happily ever after" turn into lives cut too short?
