I had intended to try and get back to my normal blogging schedule here today. I’ve been trying to get more organized and make room for all the projects I am working on – elopements and travel photography – in my life. (And also make room for my actual… y’know… life.) But all of that seems incredibly trivial right now. I sat here for a long time this morning, staring at the blog posts I’d already written, debating on whether to hit publish or not.
I have been lucky enough to get to work in Boston a few times over the last couple years. I have a lot of friends there, and it’s a city I genuinely love. I love the history, I love the neighborhoods, it’s just an awesome town. Watching the news yesterday was just heart wrenching, and I finally had to turn it off after a while since they just kept showing the bombing ad nauseum.
It is easy to be disgusted with the world and the people in it. To lose faith in humanity a little more every time something like this happens. And yet, I watch my friends and peers – the generation that came of age right around 9/11 – cling so tightly to love, to the light, whenever we go through something like this; believing so fiercely in the inherent goodness of people and the world as whole. It fills me with so much hope and so much comfort. The Atlantic put it better than I ever could, we are essentially refusing to be terrorized.
Just watching the people that ran toward the blast instead of away from it yesterday, I know that the good is bigger than the bad in this world. Love will always win. ALWAYS. And today I am holding Boston and the people there in my heart.