Rolling over at 6AM this morning, I knew it was probably a bad idea to check my phone. I’d get a nasty text message from someone, or I would see someone else complaining about first world problems online.
Nope, another mass shooting. This time in Las Vegas, America’s Playground. During Jason Aldean‘s concert, no less. There’s a headline maker. Sorry if I’m bitter or seem numb to this, but after covering shooting after shooting for work, I’ve gotten to the point where I’m lost. There aren’t any words that can fix this – and unfortunately, even blaming *chokes back vomit* our President will make this better.
There’s so much hatred spreading through this world, and with bombings, shootings, suicides, and pain, we’re starting to not be shocked, that this is the norm now, It’s just another day.
I have to wonder – when will it be enough? When will the madness end where hatred bubbles over so unbelievably, that it calls for mass murders? And who will we blame this time? We can’t blame it on the Middle East this time, as the media tends to do, or a black man for that matter. He was a white man. A white man in his older age. So don’t you dare start to try and pin it on anyone else. This man was part of the majority. Get used to it.
And as I managed to pull myself out of my sick bed to head into work, hearing interviews with radio personnel that attended the concert, it all seems like one big horrible nightmare, one that we could wake up from… But we won’t. Because this is real life, and this is our reality.
I would like to say that there is a glimmer of hope and that humanity will come together to try and save each other. And in some instances, like Puerto Rico, there are. But the main problem still has to be tackled. We’re all too much full of hate, feeding on it every chance we get.
In this moment, and in those thoughts, I want to take a moment to share something I saw this weekend because I think we all need a moment of hope, and something to warm our hearts:
Music is something that we can all come to, to enjoy ourselves and have a great time. And though I don’t exactly pray these days, I’m keeping the victims, families, and spectators of Jason Aldean’s concert in Las Vegas, as well as people on the strip who fled for their lives, in my thoughts.
A music festival is supposed to be something sacred, and this shooter took that from us. From all of us. Our next festivals, we’ll all be a little more vigilant, and just a tad concerned that we may be the next.
Music is supposed to be a safe place. It brings us together, across a common ground to be something we can celebrate together. We should not have to fear that.