Sometimes it's hard to blog about cute things and pretty pictures when the real world going on around us isn't so perfect. No matter how hard we try, we can't always make real life look like that perfect social media life that we wish it was.
I really try to keep this space (and all of my social media outlets) positive and uplifting. When bad things, sad things, negative things happen in the world, it is not my gut instinct to publicly share my feelings about them. Maybe it's the conservative Asian part of me not to show pain outwardly...I internalize, I process, I think, I get upset...in private. So it took me a day or so to be able to even write anything about the world as of lately.
I don't know what it's like to be African American.
I don't know what it's like to be Caucasian.
I don't know what it's like to be gay or bisexual or transgender.
But I do know what it's like to have someone you love taken away from you unexpectedly. I know how it feels to be treated unfairly based on my skin color. I do know that pain is pain and lost lives are still lives no matter what color or gender or sexual preference. Whether it's in the hands of someone who was meant to protect us or someone who just felt like walking into a public space and taking lives that day, losing someone—whether you knew them or not, whether you loved them or not—hurts.
It's okay not to know what to say or do. Because I myself am speechless. I don't know what the answer is to this past month, this past year, past decade, past hundreds of years of injustice, sadness, and loss.
Thanks for listening.