A new day rises
As usual, there are no surprises.
Each day of winter I feel myself growing colder. It seems like a small piece of me dies each day. Of course its true, we all start dying from the minute we are born. The murders in France, a car crash, a house fire, child abuse, animal abuse, a plane crash, a civil war, starvation, terrorism, rape, racism, elder abuse, home invasion, gang violence, drug abuse, murder for hire, misogyny, domestic abuse, fraud, stealing, cheating, earthquake, typhoon, tornado, mudslide, landslide and it goes on and on. Will it ever stop? I want to have compassion for every unfortunate story I read or see on TV. When you lose compassion for your fellow man and animals, you may as well be in a box of pine. I try to have empathy for all the abominable things that happen to folks and animals but it becomes overwhelming, the breadth of dreadful things that occur. Can things get better? Is there a light at the end of the tunnel? Pick up the newspaper, watch the news, look on the net, the monotony of work, the emptiness in others souls, the greed of money, the lack of intelligence, phony religions, phony politicians, these are the things that nightmares are made of. And the weight of the world presses down upon you, crushing you, Into dust.
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