I try to deal with the ordinariness of everyday life here but Japan keeps streaming into my consciousness. It's been four days since the quake and tsunami occurred but my heart still breaks from all the news coming from ground zero.
More videos are pouring in from all angles of terror and there are now individual stories being relayed, allowing us to peek into every victim's suffering, from missing family members to the lack of food and water to the radiation scare.
But you also hear of stories of the great sense of community and resilience pervading the country. Despite the shock of what just happened, the Japanese people consoled each other, waited patiently for hours in line and did not even complain when help did not arrive yet. It is their culture, they say, to persevere even in times like this.
I know that no quakes, no tsunami will shake nor sink the Japanese spirit. And yet, the sorrow is just too much to bear. I suppose everyone feels the same as my Twitter wall is awash with so many messages about the devastation.
“We are all Japanese”, says one, to demonstrate how this has affected all of humanity. But the prayer from World Vision USA summed it up so well. “Thousands of families have lost their loved ones. God, break our hearts, so we can share in their grief.”