How has recent events changed my perspective of public travel? It has changed my perspective a lot I think.
I have never been one to go out a lot, or be very public in the sense as going to mass events. But one of the things that I have been thinking about is the transport system and being more aware around me, in a sad way. In a way that makes me feel a bit unsafe, a bit more aware of the danger around me.
When I ride the train I always wonder, well if this train crashes, how will I bounce around? It’s a bit sad, but it’s something I contemplate weekly, if not more frequently.
And yet now sometimes I begin to contemplate what if it crashed on purpose? It’s a scary thought, but also out of my control, just like an accident.
Yet it seems to scare me more than a crash, because that seems like an accident, not man controlled, where as an act of terrorism is fueled by people, but also hate.
Hate, which is so unpredictable and for that reason, terrifying. It is so unknown, definitely out of control. But so foreign in the sense of strange.
I think I definitely appreciate the little moments now and realize that life is more fragile than I even can comprehend. So it’s not necessarily just fear or terror or anxiety. But I would still say it’s a majority of those. Which has resulted in different feelings.
I don’t know how to end this post because I don’t know what to say. Do I wish this had never happened? Perhaps that would be unrealistic. But all I can say is that we move forward and try to make sure that hate is not spread in that destructive of a manner.