No sooner do we grieve one family’s loss–the murder of an abducted child or a police officer, the death of a suspect–than another appears right on its heels.
It’s Ferguson and then it’s Bedford-Stuy.
It’s beheadings and then it’s Paris.
We’re left reeling from one horrific terrorist act, but there’s no time to really process it because another follows closely behind.
Life in the 21st century is like a video tape stuck in fast forward mode and there’s no way to stop it. It’s got a life of its own, not just marching forward but moving at the speed of light. The speed of life, now.
Was there ever a time like this, when so many ghastly things happened, one on top of another? Maybe there was, but I can’t think of it.
Part of it is how news is disseminated today–quickly, broadly and repeatedly. Maybe that serves as some kind of public reinforcement for hideous deeds spurs evil-doers on.
Speed used to be a good thing–speed-reading, multi-tasking, getting more things done in a given period–we strove to be efficient. But now, I’m burdened by the weight of what’s happening in the world and left reeling by the velocity.
It’s hard to take it all in and gain any perspective at all.
How can so many terrible things happen all at once?
How can our minds and hearts process all that we see and hear these days?