Just a few thoughts...

My wife wanted me to write. So I sat here and tried to decide what I wanted to write about. She talked about fruits, plants, and bunch of people in Bosnia. And I got to thinking, do I really care about people in Bosnia. . . ?

I don’t care about people in Bosnia. I don’t care about people in the Middle East either. Starving people in some desert don’t bother me and neither do those unfortunate bastards in Rwanda and the Congo. I figure that if where you are is so bad that you may end up losing your life, then leave. Surely trailblazing across the country is not so bad as staying at home and hoping a bomb is thrown through your window or trying to decide when your next meal will come.

The human race is an incredibly resourceful virus on this planet. If we want to change our habitat, we can. If we need to pick up and leave because where we are at is no longer safe for us, there is nothing stopping us. Instinctively, we fight to survive. At least, we fight to survive if fear and hopelessness don’t sap our will power. In that case, what’s the point? Your dead anyway. So why bother? And while we are at it, why would you even bother asking for someone else’s help to get you out of the hole your in if you don’t even have the will power to start climbing out?

I may not like the situation I am in, but I am not begging for someone to help me change my life. I am living from paycheck to paycheck because that was the road I followed. For now, it is adequate. It supplies what I need for my wife and my unborn child.

The problem for me is that I want it all now; I don’t want to waste a mess load of money for 5 years in school to get a slightly better paycheck only to use half of it to pay back school loans or grants, especially with a child on the way.

So what is my advice to those people in other countries? Fucking move. Those starving people in countries like Ethiopia. . . ? You cant grow food in sand. There is little water. Back up your clay pots and your bedrolls and leave. Its not hard. Even if you get sent all the water you want. Nothing grows in sand. If it did, the Sarah desert would be a lush environment.

If you are poor and actually do want a better life for your family? Get a new trade. If you are living in a shanty town, then I doubt your business is booming.

If you think that they only reason that God, (any god or goddess or what have you) put you on this earth is to strap some TNT to your back walk into a supermarket and vaporize yourself along with 50 or 60 other people, then get a new religion. It’s not your duty to pass judgment on others because they don’t have the same beliefs as you do. That also goes that same for any religion, even you Christian and Catholic people out there. Let God make the decision to damn someone else because of their choices or beliefs.

I understand that everyone is a bit judgmental about everyone else. But keep in mind, that we are all free people. No matter what government we are under. If you are afraid to so much as speak your mind, then pack your shit and get the fuck out.

If there is anything more valuable than the simple gift of life that we were given, then that has to be the simple act of free will. To make a choice and conquer your fears, to trade one fear for another is not idiocy, it’s only a test of what you are to receive later on. It is a way to prove to yourself that you really want it. If I was living under some dictatorship that attempted to control what I thought or wanted to kill off my friends and family because he feared me, then I would just simply leave. Yes, there is some cowardice to running away. But to run away from something that you know might get you killed anyway that is bravery that should be commended. You run no more risk of dying then if you stay.

Maybe I am just some stupid American that has never been in that situation. But I do know this. When things were not healthy for me as a child, I left. Sure it was only for a few hours at a time but at least it was a few hours of sanity. And as a child, there really was not far to go. But as a parent, as and adult, I can just leave. Pack up my child, my wife, and a handful of necessary items and just go. Everything else could stay. Material items can always be replace. But can you replace a daughter, a son, wife, a brother . . . a loved one from murder, starvation, sickness. . .?

No.

The best weapon against the four horsemen is your own free will. . . and your feet.

If there is there is abundant food, peaceful living, healthy environment, and life, then there is easy living.

I hope that those who are in such conditions find the will they need to survive.

Peace to you. All of you.