I've just got back from our local Remembrance service with rather a feeling of dissatisfaction - mainly my own fault, I'lll admit. Now, it was a lovely service, don't get me wrong, and I love being in the Colour Party, but a party of me felt almost as though I shouldn't be there, wasn't appreciating the occasion as I should've.
The reason for this was the prayers; in particular, the Lord's Prayer. I've said that prayer every night before going to bed when I've been at my grandma's for as long as I can remember. Because of this, it's been ingrained in me so much - from before I could ever have understood it - that the words just don't mean anything to me any more. The emotion that should have come with that part of the service just wasn't there, and I felt so awful because of it. As much sadness that I feel for all those people killed for no reason, I just couldn't feel anything for the words coming from my mouth.
I just needed to get that off my chest.
The reason for this was the prayers; in particular, the Lord's Prayer. I've said that prayer every night before going to bed when I've been at my grandma's for as long as I can remember. Because of this, it's been ingrained in me so much - from before I could ever have understood it - that the words just don't mean anything to me any more. The emotion that should have come with that part of the service just wasn't there, and I felt so awful because of it. As much sadness that I feel for all those people killed for no reason, I just couldn't feel anything for the words coming from my mouth.
I just needed to get that off my chest.
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