Boston Marathon was a dream race of mine. It’s a tragedy what happened yesterday. Finish line of a marathon is such a pure, spiritual place. It symbolizes hard work being accomplished. Every runner has a story. They trained hard to be there. Many brought their loved ones with them to share this special day. To see people getting hurt and killed it is heartbreaking. Last year I was standing near the finish line of the London Marathon, cheering for runners, just like the many spectators were doing in Boston yesterday. It is harsh. But this is what the world is like now. Violence everywhere. No place is pure anymore.
I live on the same planet as 7 billion other people. What each of them does, good or bad, is beyond my control. I refuse to live in fear. I can only remind myself that life is short and one never knows when the last day will arrive.