So I had to finally go and take a look at all that changed the world. I went to NYC, alone, about a month ago. I just needed to get away for a minute. I struggled thru the city as I had absolutely no idea as to how to get around or where I was going. I asked a cop who very politely gave directions. It was a bit overwhelming, to say the least. But I learned very quickly that I was not the only one who was there as a stranger.
Taking the subway in New York was quite an experience. I've only seen evidence of them in movies and TV sitcoms like Seinfeld and All in the Family. As I was nearing the WTC station, it had an eerie prescense about it. This was the place where so many people had lost thier lives. I came out on 34th street and a church bell was at that moment echoing the 7 o'clock toll.
To walk along the place where the country suffered such a devestating attack upon it's psyche. The place where it all began that would change us as a nation, it was as if to be standing on Holy Ground. The mementos left behind, the place is never free of tourist, even after all these years. I was choked with tears that were delicately restrained, as I watched the photos along the barriers that block you from the entrance. Fellow travelers, as we looked at one another felt a unique connection, but sadly even still, a great disconnect as we are no longer the same united country we were where this all began. I wanted to touch whatever was there to capture what life energy I could from this sacred place.
We as Americans and a world community will forever be changed by the events that occured on September 11, 2001, Where we are individually as a people is different for everyone. Many would just wish we would get over it already, enough about the war, there are too many dying for nothing. Others want to continue down this path that has been forged, knowing that for us to run and turn back from a seemingly relentless enemy will only further more destructive forces here in the States and abroad.
Then there are those who seemingly take no note, who are indifferent and could care less about the events leading up to and including September 11. With way more important things to concern themselves with. I mean, it was a bad thing that happened, yeah, but it's not my problem and I'm really not that concerned. I've got to live my life. I can't cry over spilled milk.
I feel that as regards all that occured on September 11, that there are 3 types of people. Those of us who are September 10th people. The world is OK, can we all just get along, thank you very much, folks. There are those who are September the 11th people. Those of us for who the scars of that day are relived on a daily basis. And then, there are September 12th people, those who refuse to have their resolve shaken as we face a mortal world enemy who's sole purpose is to kill and destroy anyone and anything that even remotely resembles freedom, western civilisation, or any who may side with the principles and political posturing of the United States and it allies.
That which was witnessed by me on that day, will forever be a chasm that can never again be crossed. The world I knew was forever changed . I still live in the moment of September 11, 2001. I hope that I'm awakening, however to becoming the person I need to be to live in the day of September 12th. Which of these days do you exist in?