I finally understood the rage

Listening to Linkin Park's tribute to the 911 event.

I can still remember the moment when I woke up in the morning and saw the news, printed neatly out in front of me. My father carefully printed it and placed it in front of the table. I remember, I was late for school that morning.

I woke my brother up, we opened the TV, we watched CNN. We sat there, just watching. We were even laughing about it, really. My first reaction, "Is this a new movie? That's some really amazing special effect and advertisement method."

I went to school, late. The principle's special announcement, the half down flag, the news... Don't know how to describe it, but, part of my world was broken. I'm not American, but, still, the world wasn't the same then.

What would it be like, if... I WAS American?

Maybe I am, on the inside, half of me is. That was the place where my most precious memories are. It's a magical wonderland (different kind of magic from Finland). I can still remember sitting by the lake, letting the spring wind blow by me with a book in my lap.

That world, included no violence, included no misery, included nature and beauty.

The world now? U can hear the pain in the voice of Bush's speech. All of a sudden, I can see why he hated Iraq so much, why he was so angry. He really did love America. He might not have been the greatest president ever, but he really loved America. Maybe that's the problem, you should never let people who love their country too much rule, because they will always end up making irrational impulsive emotional decisions.

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Down to the bottom of it, this is what touches me the most, these things in life, these moments... these things that need to be improved...

Social entrepreneurship... hum... sounds like something worth getting into... :)