Pray for Brussels.

Hey guys. Long time no see. I have been crazy busy with all kinds of fun things (except reading) and I was really looking forward to telling you all about it. But then march 22nd 2016 came and changed everything. I feel like I should dedicate a post to it. It feels wrong to ignore it and just go on. 

Even though I hardly know where to start. Terrorist attacks aren't just a European thing. They happen way too often all over the world. And it is absolutely horrible every single time a life is taken. It makes me sick. I just can't wrap my mind around the idealism behind it. How people can purposely kill innocent people is beyond me. Yet it happens. By people who aren't even worthy of that name. By beings worse than animals. And now it has happened here. In Brussels, yes, but really in the entire country.

I saw it coming and yet it came as a surprise. I don't care if that doesn't make sense. None of this makes sense anyway. Having something like this happen in your own country leaves a deep mark. Not just in yourself but in everyone. In society. A general air of sadness and grief, of anger and disappointment hangs in the air. It's suffocating. No one is unaffected and it's all everyone can talk about.

I don't know if I've ever told you that I'm a teacher in primary school. I teach a class of sixteen fifth grade students. Sixteen eleven years olds that had no idea what was going on and were breaking their heads on a difficult math problem when the first bombs went off. Children who had just celebrated someone's birthday and were happy. I was the one to burst their bubble. I was the one that had to tell them that the horrors of the world had finally crossed our doorstep. I think maybe their reactions left the deepest impression on me. They are growing up amidst all this. Their incomprehension and indignation broke my heart. But they made me stronger too. Because despite the deep fear in their eyes, there was also a hint of hope. Hope that one day everything will work out somehow.

I admire them for it. I pull strength from them the way they do from me. What happened can not be put into words. But if we stand together we will pull through. No matter where we live and who we are, no matter what happens - we won't be broken. We'll always survive and stand a little taller. Because that's what we are. Human.

Take care everyone.
Soyez courageux.
Hou van elkaar.
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  1. Thank you for this post, Maaike. You put all the thoughts into great words and honestly? I couldn't have said it better. I was so shocked when I heard of the attacks and didn't even know what to say/do/think at first ... it's just terrible and I can only imagine how everyone in Belgium/Brussels feels right now.

    I'm glad you're safe. Take care. ♥

    1. Thank you, Yvonne. ♥ I just had to write about it.

  2. This post gave me all the feels back from last week. I couldn't have written it down more perfectly. Tbh, it feels so weird now to go to work, take the train and see all these military men around. It just feels surreal, like some kind of nightmare we're all stuck in and get get out. It's sad that our world is full of messed up people who are willingly choosing to harm other people...

    1. I don't get to Brussels very often but I suppose that's what it must feel like. They were doing some searches near my house today as well and idk, it just feels wrong on so many levels. As you say, it's just unbelievable how far some people are willing to take it. Ugh.

  3. I love what you did with those books !


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