Another week, another round of terrorist attacks. Earlier in the week was a suicide bombing at Istanbul Ataturk Airport in Turkey that killed 36 and injured 147 people. Then just yesterday terrorists stormed a Bangladesh restaurant and killed 20 hostages. Both attacks are believed to be responsibility of ISIS. There was also a video allegedly released by ISIS that names San Francisco and Las Vegas as targets. What chaotic and scary times we are living in...Elie Wiesel who lived in even scarier times as a Holocaust survivor passed away today. He was 87. He wrote the powerful book Night, which is about his time spent in the concentration camp as a young man but is really more about his questions about faith and God. I think I need to reread soon. I feel as if my mind has turned numb for many years now. There was a time when my mind was preoccupied with the big questions that Elie Wiesel asked. I used to wonder about man's place in the world and what that place means and what we need to do about it. But now, my mind is too lazy. My attention span is about 140 characters long. Everything is abbreviated and simplified. All I know to say and think is, love is greater than hate. And then I get dragged into office gossips and stay awake at night over my house leaks. I don't do anything of real consequence. I don't even have thoughts of real meaning. I would say I've regressed. In my youth, I at least aspired for higher learning. I need to be a better man, like Elie Wiesel...I was listening to this song on my Broadway playlist called Try To Remember. I actually never quite paid attention to it til today. It's from the musical The Fantastiks. The song affected me a lot today. I think I will try to remember and follow, follow, follow. The lyrics go like this:
Try to remember the kind of September
When life was slow and oh
so mellow.
Try to remember the kind of September
When grass was green and grain was yellow.
Try to remember the kind of September
When you were a tender and callow fellow.
Try to remember and if you remember
then follow
follow.
Try to remember when life was so tender
When no one wept except the willow.
Try to remember when life was so tender
When dreams were kept beside your pillow.
Try to remember when life was so tender
When love was an ember about to billow.
Try to remember and if you remember
then follow
follow.
Deep in December it's nice to remember
Although you know the snow will follow.
Deep in December it's nice to remember
Without a hurt the heart will hollow.
Deep in December
it's nice to remember
The fire of September that made you mellow.
Deep in December our hearts should remember and follow
follow.
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