Needlessly maudlin December 23rd. Ill have none of it today. Its Christmas Eve. While I was sulking and being momentarily ungrateful for the very good life Ive led, a young man was losing his life last night. He might very well have had a gun in his hand. He probably wasnt innocent. He was still stuck in an urban warzone, still scared, still crazy from poverty. Still dead. Two cops lost their lives to a crazy man the other day because somebody could see no other way. Maybe they were part of an organization that had blood on its hands but at the end of the day, what matters is that theyre dead now. On the holidays, we get the luxury of thinking about the families and the lovers and the jobs and the house and the expensive shit we wish wed had and life might not have given us. We get the luxury of being very depressed and stuffing our face and forgetting to stop and say thank you to a planet with a warm sun and an atmosphere that sustains life and let fish crawl from out of an ancient ocean onto its surface to make a go of it. We get the luxury of forgetting we aint alone and regardless of the fact that sometimes the lights on our tree dont light on one side and we do horrible, ghastly things to one another, we are a social animal and our giant, confused, whirling, stumbling tribe numbers over seven billion. We were fruitful and we multiplied. And sometimes we sucked. Sometimes we still suck. But we gotta take it from my man Clarence Oddbody No Man is a Failure if he Has Friends. Each of us has seven billion potential friends. And even though there are times when I have used the luxury of being shitty, my man Linus Van Pelt quoting scripture put it right: Glory to God in the highest and on Earth peace and goodwill toward men.
Posted on: Wed, 24 Dec 2014 15:35:08 +0000
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