I was glued to the TV from 7 to 10 pm last night, watching One Love Manchester Concert on BBC. During the three hours, I felt all sorts of emotions, sadness, hope, anger, tenderness and frustration.
The music was like ripples. Some of the numbers stirred up my feeling which I had been suppressing subconsciously because it was too depressing, and I felt really raw and wounded. Then, there were another songs which uplifted my mood and soothed the pain in my heart. Even though I was more than 43 miles away, I felt united with the audience and the performers at the concert.
There are many people all over the world who wake up to their undeserved nightmare this morning due to terror attacks. Losing loved ones or recovering from the damages done physically or psychologically, for them, the days lie ahead of them must feel like dark and harrowing. We must never forget about the victims. But we also have to remember that there are people who are left to pick up the pieces and have to live on with a wounded heart.
Love heals and hate hurts. Let’s not forget.
One Love Manchester, One Love London, One Love Britain & One Love Earth! They are my battle cry against the extremists…