When tragedy strikes, words will never be enough to soothe a fractured soul. But sometimes, words are all we have to help us try to make sense of the madness that surrounds us.
Some of those words are angry, some are tired, some are wise and inspired. Some words are more eloquent than others, but they’re all working toward the same goal. They’re all trying to repair the safety that’s been shattered.
Sometimes, the only word I have in times like these is …
And I find that the best thing I can do is listen.
Listen and hope that we can turn words into action and grief into resolve. Because the world has to be better than this.
A world with so many beautiful words has got to know better.