9/11

I don't remember much about 9/11. All I really remember was the aftermath, and how much that specific day affected Americans everywhere. I remember all the pain that was felt on that day, and I remember the vengeance that sank into everyones hearts. I really didn't know what to feel, I'm pretty sure at that age I had no emotional influence towards being an American citizen. I'm not sure if I even actually knew what it meant to be an American. Apparently our country was already heading to shit, but once again, I didn't know. Why would a 9 year old actually care? I just wanted to live and be happy. I wanted to play with my friends and not go to school. When 9/11 actually happened I was scared, yes, only because I realized the reality of the situation. For the first time I realized what it meant to be an American. Was I proud of it? I still can't say, but I do know to this day that this idea of nationalism, coming from both sides of this war on terror is absolutely absurd. People kill other people because they believe in something others don't believe in? They feel the right to kill others, take their lives, and oppress countries through imperialistic means is a completely okay act of revenge. Even America is to blame, more so than any Islamic Extremist. Islamic Extremists are but a recent fundamentalist group that rose from an anti-capitalistic foundation. Can you blame them? Do we blame ourselves for the country that we live in? All these questions, and then you really begin to wonder, what makes you an American?
To this day, 9/11 means a day where I cannot help but mourn the loss of so many lives. Lives that didn't deserve to be taken. The workers at the World Trade Centers, the firemen searching the debris attempting to save as many as they could, the passengers of the airplanes, even the pilots who hijacked them. I mourn for them all, because they all did not deserve to die. I blame every elitist, every capitalistic asshole, and ever fundamentalist dick. They have no idea what they are doing anymore. Humans aren't humans anymore. We've turned into monsters. We're like Dr. Jekyl and Mr. Hyde, except we can't change back from Hyde. We are hiding in the mist of materialism, enshrouded by ideas that one day money will exist in our bank accounts, but these are all misconceptions to what life really is. Its treasured because of the miracles we experience on an everyday basis, and when 9/11 happened, a nightmare occurred.

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