I woke up this morning and I heard that another mass shooting had taken place in the United States of America. This time it was the Las Vegas mass shooting. Which might impact people more because of how much fun Las Vegas is.
As I was reading all of the “pray for the victims of the Las Vegas shooting.” Tweets, status’s, and pictures on Instagram I just sat there wondering, how can this happen again? Then as I was mulling over the Las Vegas shooting, a strange feeling came over me. I realized that I felt… Nothing. No remorse, no sadness, no feelings whatsoever.
I listened to the representative of law enforcement in Las Vegas say how Stephen Paddock was a “Lonewolf.” I heard them say how they’re trying to find answers to the shooting. I’ve heard all of this before. This Las Vegas shooting felt like just another mass murder that I was reading. It didn’t feel real.
Then for the first time, I got out of bed and I actually began to pray. I was asking God “Why don’t I feel anything for these people in this Las Vegas shooting? It doesn’t affect me whatsoever. I don’t know anyone who was affected. I know this is a tragedy, but why don’t I feel anything?” I wanted to feel sad about how Stephen Paddock had taken the lives of people in this Las Vegas shooting, but I wasn’t.
But I kept talking and eventually I started making the souls of those victims very real. I started to think about how someone was so excited to go out to that concert because that musician got them through a tough time in their life. I thought about how someone had saved their money for month’s to go and have some fun with their friends just for a weekend because they needed a vacation. Suddenly I started feeling for them, and my prayer got real.
I started to feel for the souls of that Las Vegas shooting. We all have no clue what they were going through, and that concert may have been their escape, but in an instant their life ended. Stephen Paddock took people’s life because he felt a certain type of way about his own.
That was the only way that I could make myself feel something for these victims. I gave them stories that were real to me, I connected with them by thinking about myself, and the Las Vegas shooting was suddenly a tragedy.
I see this type of thing all the time on the news, on social media, on movies, T.V. shows. Someone gets killed, someone gets shot, people die in bunches. We say our prayers and we move on. I couldn’t pretend as though this affected me anymore, I couldn’t put up a fake “Pray for the victims of the Las Vegas Shooting.” As a status. I couldn’t ignore the tragedy either, for the first time I had to just feel what I felt, and I felt nothing. I didn’t feel something until I made it real to me.
So now I’m saying. Pray for the family Johnathan, whose mom has been sick and he’s been taking care of her, but his family paid for his vacation to Las Vegas because they knew he deserved it. Pray for the family Tashara, who’s always been an outcast because she loved country music but this artist was the only one who got her through her depression. Pray for Amy who’s been saving for this trip for month’s with her friends and now she’s gone and her friends can never talk to her again, and they’ll regret going to Las Vegas for the rest of their lives.
Pray for the families and friends of the victims of this Las Vega’s shooting.
Tis’ All, I’m Out
- Little King.
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