I am tired

I am tired. 

I am tired of waking up every morning to the same routine. 

I am tired of having to do it every day. To get out of my bed; to have a shower; to make my way to the office, even though I'd still be half asleep; to make myself a mug of "coffee", because lets face it, one cannot call that instant stuff real coffee, and maybe I somehow wake up ...

I am tired of going through the different papers; BBC News, CNN, The Times, The Guardian, The Telegraph, Reuters, the Times of Malta, The Malta Independent, the Malta Today, and maybe a few others.

I am tired of the fact that every day, the headlines have to be dominated by yet some other form of bad news.

I am tired of reading about Charlie Hebdo and Beirut, Jakarta and Ankara, Paris and Brussels; a number of bodies piling on top of each other, a number that just keeps increasing ...

I am tired of the violence in Syria and Libya, in Iraq and Yemen, in the Ivory Coast and all over central Africa ...

I am tired of Cruz and Trump, and also of Clinton and Sanders, and the whole ridiculous circus that the US presidential race has come down to ...

I am tired of budget cuts and NHS reforms, to Brexit or to not, Corbyn and Cameron; the joke that is becoming UK politics ...

I am tired of Panamanian flags and blogging crazy old hags, old tal-Lira clocks and cocaine blocks, illegal developments and overseas bank statements. I am tired to hear the promise of clean politics and good governance, and yet, term after term, this seems to be ignored. L-aqwa fl-Ewropa they said ...

I am tired of UKIP and Lega Nord, Front National and the NDP, Viktor Orban and also Erdogan ...

I am tired of all the sexists and racists, creationists and extremists, politicians and journalists, populists and neo-fascists, climate change deniers and gun lovers ... 

Maybe it was because I grew up in the peaceful couple of decades that followed the cold war and now things are going south again; or maybe because I was too ignorant to all of it, up till this moment. 

I can look at my past and remember a time when us children played outside without our parents worrying; when we could eat anything and allergies and intolerances weren't a thing; when war was always so far away from our shores and we needn't to worry; when one's biggest worry was if it was going to be pasta or pizza for dinner in the evening; when financial planning for me meant if my pocket money was enough for an extra piece of chocolate or not.

I also look at my present and wonder if I might be next, at some airport terminal, or a station or maybe on the tube, that gets blown up to bits because of some crazy extremist with a skewed point of view of our world. Or if its someone I know, someone who I wouldn't have had the time to say good bye to.

And then I try to imagine my future, but I cannot. I don't want to. I am scared to.

I am too tired, and I cannot do this any more.

I am tired.

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My thoughts go to the victims, and their families, of the recent terrorist attacks in Brussels, Istanbul, San Bernardino, Paris and all over the rest of the world.