Mad World

It is a mad world. And to be honest with myself, I'm angry at it. I wish I could say that this is some anti-terrorist rant, but honestly, I don't think that's the biggest problem we face.

I feel bombarded with the knowledge that people, as a whole, are willing to do some pretty atrocious shit to one another. And that, since many of the decent people in the world feel overwhelmed by that, too many of us bury our heads in the sand and do nothing -- because we don't know what we can do that will help or make a difference.

I know that being a good person has nothing to do with how your life will end up. Being a wonderful human being does not protect you from random acts of violence or terminal illness. Being a good person does not necessarily extend your life. On the flip side, it does make your life richer, more worthwhile. And it does mean that when you go, people will carry you with them.

But what the fuck, people? Is there a reason that we keep blowing each other up or gunning each other down or beating each other up? Are there not enough natural ways to die that we need to create more opportunities? And while we can medically, artificially extend lives, what are we doing to make those lives, and our own, worth having? What are we doing to appreciate what time we have and those we have while they are with us?