Ocean

A song I am listening to a lot these days contains the words “an ocean in a teardrop.”  I love the song and the symbolism.
It seems to really sum up what I am seeing a lot of these days.  Tears.  Not just incidental tears but hear felt tears.
What is getting to me is the nature of the disasters.  Not just in remote parts of the world but in places we do not expect such things to occur.  Once upon a time it was “over there,” and not necessarily close to home.  Now it is like I know someone who knows someone effected, or I actually know someone effected.
On the news recently it was told of someone high on drugs who smashed the car they were driving into another.  The mother in the other car was killed and the daughter put in intensive care. 
I worked with the mother.  She was a lovely lady.  I had been to a film festival of the nation she was from.  It is common to think “they did not deserve this.”  That is right to me, but it is the seeming random nature of such things that is flabbergasting and seemingly on the increase.
It amazes me that in Ukraine people went to a soccer match at night and were at war the next morning.    Israel was taken completely by surprise and people did not make it home from a music festival.  Afghanistan suffered multiple earthquakes.
One thing seems to be common in all scenarios.  Tears.  Heart felt tears.  Sobbing tears.  Tears for loved ones lost.
My personal belief is it is the beginning of sorrows spoken if in the Bible at the end of the age.  What is striking to me is that security is stripped away so easily.  What is depended on is proven to be unreliable even in the most sophisticated societies.
I do not wish what is happening on anyone, yet it is happening.  I need to consider what is my defense.  All I can think of is I need find if there is anyway to be ready and make it happen.  That way if the worst happens, I will know sorrow and tears for certain, but I will not be as one who has no hope.   I will have done what I need to do, to reduce the impact.