Thoughts on Paris

I'm sitting here in shock. To my right, there's a cup of tea. BBC News plays on the TV.

Last night, Paris came under attack for the second time in less than a year. This time attackers marauded through the city, targeting restaurants, the football stadium, and a concert. 127 people are dead and hundreds more are injured. Of those who lost their lives, 80 were at the Eagles of Death Metal concert.

Today, we wake up and realise that the world, and especially the music community, has changed again. Once more, the changes aren't for the better.

One hundred and twenty seven people will never wake.

One hundred and twenty seven people will never visit their favourite places.

One hundred and twenty seven people will never hear another note of music.

One hundred and twenty seven people will never taste their favourite foods again.

One hundred and twenty seven people will never see their favourite bands play.

One hundred and twenty seven people will never know the joy of walking through autumn leaves, or watching it snow, or feeling the sun upon their faces.

One hundred and twenty seven people who will never see their families and friends again.

One hundred and twenty seven people will never get to tell their loved ones how much they love them.

Let us remember those who died while they were relaxing and enjoying themselves. Let us think of them as we attend our favourite sporting events, eat at our favourite restaurant, or attend concerts by our favourite bands.

Let us light up the world with our love and light. Let it remind those who wish to harm and kill that we will stand strong. Let us support those who will have their confidence and joy shattered by these events.

Let us not live in fear for this is what the people who perpetuated this want. Don't let attacks like this snuff out of your inner light. Stay strong, stay safe, and walk with your head held high.