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Five Minute Friday: Weary

Five Minute Friday is a writing event that has writers spending five minutes writing on the same topic and then sharing them at http://katemotaung.com/five-minute-friday/. This week's word is Weary.
I was all set to write about how weary I am after a long week at work. I was going to convey although I'm weary, at least I have a job because due to layoffs, Monday was the last day for 14 of my coworkers. But as I scrolled through my Facebook feed and saw story after story about the horror happening in Paris, suddenly my weariness did not matter. It turned to rage as I read about what was taking place in my second favorite city in the world.

How dare these people strike such terror in this beautiful city, how dare this happen in any city! When will this violence stop? So far I have not heard who is responsible for these horrible acts but there is no reason to resort to terrorizing people for any cause.

My heart and prayers go out to the people of Paris and to those who have not heard yet whether their loved ones are save. I hope the world bans together in this time to strive to put an end to what humanity is doing to humanity, under whatever banner they are flying. I am weary of living fearful in this world.
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  1. Kadie @ Keeper At HomeNovember 15, 2015 at 1:08 AM

    Things like this sure make our weariness feel insignificant, don't they?

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