I cant even

That about sums everything up.  I cant even...

Yesterday my heart hurt for those in Sydney.  There were only 2 casualties, and I don't mean that their lives were less, but there were two and a gunman.  Today I wake to 126 dead and most of them were children because of some sick Islamic belief. 
Look at the news an hour ago and the number has risen to 144. 

I cant even.

It's my birthday week and everything is supposed to be super freaking fantastic!  Shit brews at work, bosses say mean things, boys are dumb and really, really I just want to sleep.  But all of that seems so small.  SO SMALL in comparison to what Sydney and Pakistan are going through. 

But life is just this... It's trial and tribulations.  It's work and fear.  It's happiness and encouragement.  It's hugs and kind words.  It's sadness and grief.  Not every day is perfect, but there are oh so many days that are perfect to rule out the absolutely horrible ones. 

I certainly hope that those who have lost their family members and loved ones can find their perfect days again.