Seven years ago today, one of the most iconic historical events of my time took place during the morning rush hour in London. A series of co-ordinated suicide bombs targeted civilians using the public transport system. You, and three of your friends, were responsible for the death of fifty two innocent people.
Now don't get me wrong, as much as I would love for peace to spread worldwide, for life to be a jolly old affair for everyone, and for human beings from all walks of life to be able to love and boogie and appreciate each other, I know that it would be incredibly naive of me to believe that this will ever happen. It won't. Human beings are opinionated. Dislikes are taken. Beliefs are strong.
There will always be conflict on this planet. There will always be religious extremism, and economical struggle, and confrontation between Countries regarding their political regimes. As much as I detest to write it, it would be wrong to rest complacent. There will always be terrorism, because there will always be those people, like you, who are willing to undermine the human race and go to hideously incongruous lengths to deliver a message to society, or to the rest of the world, that they believe to be right.
There is a strong chance that I will experience terrorism again in my own life time, and if I don't, I can probably assume that my children will. It saddens me that I have had to become so accustomed to this way of living, it saddens me that the words 'terrorist' and 'bomb' are now as common as rainfall, and it absolutely infuriates me that you did what you did.
But don't rest smug, because for every intrinsically evil, mind-fucked individual like you, that takes it upon themselves to destroy innocent lives in their quest to 'remedy' something that they perceive to be wrong, there are people that do remarkable, honourable, and lovely things.
There are people that dedicate their every waking breath to helping others. There are unsung heroes; those heroic people in the aftermath of the London bombings who fought to save the dying. There are those that are making history by doing incredibly generous, brain-frazzling-clever things, those that inspire creativity, and those that live by it. There are those that achieve and accomplish fantastic things. There are those that laugh uncontrollably and infect others with their optimism. There are people doing incredible things that you will never do. There are kind, hilarious, intelligent, charming, courageous, wonderful human beings in this world, and yes, some of these people have lost their life in the face of immoral scum like yourself, but these people embraced and enjoyed living, a joy that you killed for yourself with social alienation; a joy you will never know.
And today, it is these fine folk that I have spent the majority of my time reflecting upon, not you and the other degenerate idiots who believed, and still believe, that things can be revolutionised with a backpack of homemade explosives. How very fucking noble of you.
I shall finish by informing you, how we, as a Country, acted in the aftermath of 7/7. Yes, it was devastating, and it was terrifying. But the spirit of stoicism prevailed. We responded with strength, defiance, and a stiff upper lip. We grieved in silence. We cuddled our chums, we said 'fuck you', and we made a cup of tea.
The Underground network is still heaving, and people still hop on the bus without a second thought. The survivors of your brutality still laugh, and still love, and endlessly inspire those around them to embrace happiness, and live a life that is exciting, fulfilling, and worthwhile.
Seven years on, it turns out that you really didn't achieve much at all.