I woke up this morning to the news of an attempted coup in Turkey.
I woke up yesterday morning to the news of the Nice terror attack.
Being in a different time zone the past few days had meant that my waking hours were filled with a certain emotional feeling that is hard to describe. I don’t enter a state of gloom or depression these days, immediately after I learn about such tragic news like I used to. But I do sense an emotional feeling which is hard to describe.
A sense of exhaustion, perhaps. A vexing sense of helplessness. As I read the news, there of course is a sense of shock to begin with. This lasts only for a few seconds. Then I try to read more about the tragedy. That invariably results in me trying to gather more information. And more. Eye witness accounts. Political experts’ views. Twitter reaction and more tweets. Facebook comments. Journalistic opinions. Video footages. Soon, I find myself involuntarily connected to a limitless stream of information resulting in that utter sense of helplessness.
Why am I unable to help avoid these tragedies? Why don’t I have control over any of these?
What can I do to solve these issues? How can I contribute?
Often these questions arise and I struggle to answer them.
Since such incidents seem to happen more frequently like what we’ve been witnessing in the past few months, that urge to be out there to help seems to fade away resulting in a sense of helplessness, because before I have time to analyze one tragedy, there comes another. Pushing me to a corner of absolute numbness.
…and the world continues to dive deep into a perpetual state of chaos. Or so it seems to me, thanks to the limitless information supply line I am connected to.