Mall bombing

I feel so awful about this. I saw it first on BBC. I can't help but cry.

http://www.gmanews.tv/story/65189/8-dead-100-hurt-in-suspected-terror-attack-at-Makati-mall

I go to that mall after work. It's a big mall where lots of people meet up with their family and friends. It's supposed to be safe for everyone!

Sometimes I don't understand why this kind of thing happens to us. I just don't. You couldn't blame me if I used to hate God for things like this. Why? What's the purpose of the explosion if everything happens for a reason? To kill people? to hurt them? to torture the family and loved ones of the victims? Okay, I get it, we can get through this. Time will be able to heal our nation's wounds. But is the pain really necessary? Is there a need for around 140 innocent people to get injured and killed for us to learn something from experience? What did they do to deserve this? And why do we need such a morbid example for us to be able to understand the whole picture?  What 'whole picture' is it, anyway?

I have nothing fancy at all to conclude this. I'm distraught with grief. And I'm also outraged, but it's useless to be outraged because my fury won't bring anything back to the way it was. The damage is done.

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