The strength of the normal

Daily life is an indestructible thing, a powerful force, which continues despite earth shattering interruptions and disturbances. Just as the wind continues to blow and the sun rises and sets, so human kind continues to get up and go about some kind of daily life. Conflict is not intense where I live, it is not a front line with daily battles, man to man. But there are regular bomb attacks in the city which destroy the area around them and any life. People die. Something or someone explodes and you hear the boom, the displaced air punches your windows, depending on your vantage point you might see a cloud rising above the detonation site. Sometimes sirens scream in that direction, sometimes not. For some people that is the end of their daily life. For others their daily lives will never be the same again, maimed physically or traumatised emotionally or changed ideologically, but for most daily life continues, unchanged. It is just another interruption, another disturbance. Yes, extreme, yes, life threatening and catastrophic but for most it has not impeded the trajectory of daily life. The children still go to school, they still go out for bread, the women still buy vegetables and cook the meals, the men still go out to work. The sun still rises and the wind still blows.