Parsons green inspired me to write about something I love talking about – politics. Just not on this blog. This blog is about something different entirely, more about life than the factors that govern it. I like the simplicity of it and I strongly compartmentalize when it comes to making these necessary distinctions to keep my posts about what they are. I am not interested in treading those muddy waters here. No discussion of policy, our state leaders or foreign affairs – just an observation.
Parsons Green after the fact
I was at work when I heard about the bomb attack in Parsons Green at 8.20am.
After work I took the tube, wondering if it’d be a little less crowded because of the incident this morning. Nope, still squashed like sardines – I was somewhat entertained. Still the regular newspaper readers, those listening to music, those trying to avoid awkward eye contact by reading the tube map and everyone else you usually see doing the usual things. Not one of these people decided to avert a potential risk. Perhaps give the underground a pass that day and hit up a bus – me included.
Somewhere in our minds, living in the city we’ve come to terms with the constant horrific risk of terrorism. Somewhere along the way, we decided that we’re still going to work. We’re still going to take our regular routes and if something terrible happens, it’ll happen. We aren’t going hide out and survive, we’d rather die while living. Humans can be incredible in just how quickly they adapt and we don’t even have to make a conscious decision to do so – we just do it. Of course, such reality shouldn’t be, we shouldn’t have to live under constant imminent threat and I am not saying ‘get used to it’ – I am just marvelling at the strength of human nature, regardless of whether it’s fair or not.