WHEN PEOPLE LOSE THEIR WAY

What does it mean when thousands die needlessly of senseless violence for a cause, to protest unjust laws or change from what was because a few disagree with the majority? Such deaths are pure insanity, a loss of treasured humanity, all to satisfy the vanity of twisted minds gone blind to value, vitality, reality.

When terrorists commit suicide and take unsuspecting, unwilling victims along on their ride across the divide to the other side, how widespread is the effect of those now dead?

Lost dreams of young in search of better days Couples looking ahead to contentment in retirement. Those with health and wealth who slaved and saved, finally secure financially, dead with no one to leave their money to.

Inquisitive minds whose imagination and dedication could have benefited billions in a trillion ways. Plays and poems and tomes unwritten,
symphonies and melodies, works of art, started, left undone, just because one man with a gun, one soul momentarily out of control. a simple whim turned deathly grim.

Not all wasted lives are caused by man. God often plays a leading role in killing sprees. Hurricanes and rains and angry seas, disease and unsolved medical mysteries, quirks of nature, who's to blame? No matter how or why
people die, death's the same.

Nations get hung up on legislation that results in frustration, complication and devastation, death and desolation and immense unintended consequences.

But simply because they lost their way. Momentarily.