There are times when the weight of life is so heavy only pen and paper can lift it. Scrolling through Facebook, taking in an endless stream of information, looking around at my coworkers immersed in their own devices, and wondering if they feel the weight of the 3,000 souls that breathed their last breath 14 years ago.
Why is it that day is an icon to all our nation, but the feelings are gone? Yes, we remember, but 14 years years has turned into history, and history doesn't Feel. Why is today any different than then? Why did it take three thousand deaths to momentarily wake us from our divisive, slumbering stupor? Are we not one nation? Are we not free? If we are oppressed, if we bow to the drudgery of our daily grind, it is no fault but our own! Stand, American. Rise from your 14 year stupor. There will be sleeping enough in the Grave!
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