Razzoo
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Been a busy day work-wise so having sat down with a (strong) beer, this is the first time I’ve had to properly reflect.
First of all, I feel huge sorrow and regret for the Ukrainian people. Seeing photos of injured civilians, peoples homes levelled, children sleeping rough in underground stations or crying at the sound of Russian jets dropping bombs. Those kids, they are the epitome of innocent. They look just like mine, who I’ve not long ago gotten to sleep, safe and sound in their beds. For now.
And that’s where my thoughts go next. To my kids. I’ve tried to bring them up with the very best values I could, in the best environment I could. I’ve worked hard for that. But it’s times like this that make you realise how little control over their lives you have; it could, if all goes wrong, be taken away in an instant.
I hope and pray that never happens. I hope this whole affair ends with minimum bloodshed. But there’s a feeling in the pit of my gut that I haven’t felt since this time two years ago, when it became apparent that the world was entering a period of massive upheaval in the shape of the pandemic. A feeling of raw, impending doom.
So how do I feel? Sad, concerned, wary and dismayed that this all seems so utterly, utterly pointless. Why is peace so grossly underrated?
On your last sentence, there is no money in it.