So I turn on the TV tonight and this is what I’ve been exposed to:
AC360: Story about a mother who was shot in the street by snipers in Syria. Rapid fire follows. A 17 year old boy goes out to her, in the middle of all the shooting (you could hear it in the tape), puts her on some kind of cardboard, attaches her to string, then drags her to safety. He had no ties to this woman. Sadly, she still passed away. However, that was extremely brave of that little boy and I’m not 100% sure that I would have the courage to do the same.
After forcing me to ponder what I would do in that situation and simultaneously being amazed by that kid’s actions, Anderson gives us this: A story about two children (aged three and five) who were stabbed 19 and 21 times, respectively. The murderer was their physician father. The man went to court in Canada, where the family lived, and the judge ruled that he is not responsible for what happened due to his state of mind at the time. But that’s not even the saddest part. The children’s mother (they are divorced) is also a physician and a coroner. So, she saw the autopsy reports and knows exactly what her children went through. She goes on to detail, obviously while trying to hold it together, how her children had defense wounds and that no one wound was fatal. Meaning, they felt it all and died a slow death. I can’t even put in to words what this makes me feel. So we’re going to move on…
Now, I’m watching Intervention and Alissa is shooting bath salts. She’s not even good at it because she doesn’t really understand how to find a vein. This.shit.is.crazy. I had no idea shooting up is how people do bath salts. And more importantly, that people actually do/still do bath salts.
I tell you all of this because, the world really is bananas. We have the Middle East about to start WWIII, people killing their own children and walking away to tell the story, and people doing bath salts like that’s okay.
I don’t think the world is going to end on Dec. 21, 2012. However, I feel like something has got to change or some new era has got to be coming, because where are we going to be in 40 years??? I remember one of my religion teachers in college telling us about how Buddhists or Hindus (I’m not really certain that it’s one or the other, but I know it was a religion practiced in India or somewhere near there…) have a calendar that puts the Earth on cycles. If I’m not mistaken, there are four cycles and this is the fourth. That’s relevant because once the cycles have ended, the world restarts and humanity is restored. Now, that’s a concept I can get behind. BTW: if anyone knows what I’m referring to, please let me know.
All I know is, I don’t know what the hell is going on with anyone anymore. The world could end in just over a week, a year from now, or 1,000. We could be about to enter a new era of life on Earth. People could inhabit Mars 30 years from now..
And yet, amid all of the speculation, worry, and fear of what our future holds, one thing remains certain: Our time here is finite. So on the greater scale, why worry and speculate? If you believe in something other than yourself, no matter who or what it is, you’re going to have to answer for what you’ve done and how you’ve treated others. So why be anything less than kind and honest?
And most importantly, why live with regrets? I think it’s true that it’s better to look back and know you tried, rather than be filled with the angst of not knowing. Up until now, I’d like to say that’s how I live my life and I don’t regret a single day.
Life is a learning experience, and try as we might to control the elements, we will never know what’s coming. So take in everything that you can and see beauty every where you look. God speed.