Osama Bin Laden is Dead

One of the biggest pieces of news that any American of my generation could hear, no matter your feelings on the matter, has finally been announced: Osama Bin Laden is dead.

I woke up hearing about it, surprisingly from one of my Canadian friends (haha what is up with you Canadians! XD Yeah yeah yeah I know...sometimes it's good having you as my hat lol). None too much in details, but it didn't take long to find out either. And to be honest I don't know how I entirely feel about it. By that I mean, no one emotion prevailed in my reaction to it.

As per usual, all I could end up doing is crying. Surprise, surprise right?

All the stories that have come out through the years, all the crying, suffering, anger, protests, questions, debates...it's all finally been for SOMETHING. Even personally, while I've not been touched by this as much as some others, it's made me angry over the years to see the people who WERE directly affected by this suffer like they have. What HAVE they suffered for? Why have people died, given up their lives, and then been screwed over by the government they fought so hard to defend? It makes me angry, because this is no small thing these people have done, so what is the point in doing it? Nothing. Nothing at all.

Or so it seemed. Finally, it's been worth SOMETHING. I don't know if the price paid is worth it, but it's been more than it ever has been before. These people who've lost so much that was so dear to them, have finally been...validated. It will never replace the person or people that have been lost, or the emotional damage that has been done or anything like that, but now it at least means something. People can go to bed tonight and know that in the end, it hasn't been all in vain.

Not to mention of all times to hear this, I'm hearing it when i'm out of the country. That just adds a level of weird to all of it.

Anyway, I don't know if there's much else to say about it; I'm still a bag of WTF and what am I going to do today? The personal to-do list is mixing with the idea of remembering the things that are bigger than us. That always makes for an odd mix.