It is very difficult to process this emotionally. But I can't deny that I feel better that Bin Laden is no longer with us.
After some thought this evening, I have decided to compare Bin Laden to the pre-cancerous cells that were removed from my body via surgeries this past decade. If you aren't religious, or even remotely spiritual, suspend your disbelief for a moment while you read this and consider that many people do believe and actually feel that all of humanity is ONE. In that context, perhaps it can be understood that there might be times when a part of that whole must be sacrificed to secure the longevity of the majority.
So, as bizarre as it sounds, I've decided that Bin Laden is like my uterus, which was leaning toward cancer with so much conviction. And you do know, that even knowing that, yes, I said "hurray" when it was gone, but there was still a feeling of loss that I still don't understand.
That said, I would like to encourage everyone
to try very hard to understand each other as we all go through the conflicting processes, because if we end up divided over this, we slow our own healing.
As my surgeon said to me, "The surgery was a little more difficult than anticipated, but a success. Let's just hope we got it all."
(He said "we"--all I did was show up.)
Happy thoughts, good poet people.
with peace and love to all