HEN LIFE GETS ME DOWN....Lately I am uninspired. It's my own fault because I allow the world to creep into my little inner sanctuary. Not the world at large but the issues and injustice and unbalanced scale of what is and is not important. I am ripped in many ways and more and more I just want to be over!! I want to see the end in sight so it can just be done.
It's like I'm afraid to breath waiting on the other shoe to drop. More and more I am secluded from the population of the Earth by choice not due to Covid. I don't want to have conversations, I don't want to have to use language to communicate, I just want my entire reality to go on inside my head....I don't want to figure anyone else out...let me just try to figure me out and figure out why everything is so crazy.
Our society as a whole is a rot...go ahead think about it. We struggle for what? The air we breath should be the biggest concern, yet it is not. The water we will die without is so unimportant we toss our plastic bottles on the ground it pours rain and those things float, they collect in the ditches, and when the really heavily flooding rains come they drain via the ditches and gutters into the streams....from there they float down into the bigger rivers and the current empties then into the Ocean...what do we do? A couple of nerds collect a few to make bracelets and we celebrate this false sense of ok.
So much of the time I think the pandemic is here to help us but we fight it. I know warped thinking eh? Not really. If we accept that owls have no place to live due to over cutting of forest and that is acceptable, and beavers can't build a dam cause it could flood some highway and it's killed and that is acceptable, then why is it not acceptable that humans will die when a virus attacks the population? Why do we not accept our fate as easily as we do the fate of the owl or the beaver or the Ocean?
Our society as a whole is a rot...go ahead think about it. We struggle for what? The air we breath should be the biggest concern, yet it is not. The water we will die without is so unimportant we toss our plastic bottles on the ground it pours rain and those things float, they collect in the ditches, and when the really heavily flooding rains come they drain via the ditches and gutters into the streams....from there they float down into the bigger rivers and the current empties then into the Ocean...what do we do? A couple of nerds collect a few to make bracelets and we celebrate this false sense of ok.
So much of the time I think the pandemic is here to help us but we fight it. I know warped thinking eh? Not really. If we accept that owls have no place to live due to over cutting of forest and that is acceptable, and beavers can't build a dam cause it could flood some highway and it's killed and that is acceptable, then why is it not acceptable that humans will die when a virus attacks the population? Why do we not accept our fate as easily as we do the fate of the owl or the beaver or the Ocean?
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