Five hundredth.

I am sitting on the fence. Evidently, I have been reeled into
the frenzy of Youth Olympic Games. So initially, I intended
to talk about how crazy this is, how crazy I am being hooked
to the games.

Before I was able to do so, Cryst urged me to watch a video
which consist many snippets of soldiers reuniting with their
loved ones. I am probably one of the few people who have
yet to see it. No doubt I have seen this video around, but I
have never really considered pressing play. Not until tonight.

That video moved my heart and I practically had sheets of
tears washing my cheeks. Throughout the video, I placed
myself in the shoes of both the soldiers and the loved ones.
These soldiers must have been through so much hardship,
perchance even escaping the clutches of death. Their family
is the reason that kept them pushing through all difficulties.
The pulse to their hearts, the key to their homes. What pains
me even more was seeing female soldiers. Can you imagine
a mother living days without her children by her side?

Then you have the loved ones being surprised. It was not
the shock I see in their eyes I was crying about, neither was
it the delightful faces of theirs. My heart squeezed when their
faces tightened, their facial features pulled together, the
moment before they started bawling their eyes out. My heart
squeezed when they clasped each other so ever tightly,
taking in their presence.

It is really heartrending to see families being forced apart
just to battle in wars. The soldiers are coerced to abandon
love to stop hatred?
Stop violence.
Make peace, not war.