Sometimes I feel that the world is moving too fast for me.
What happened to the days when I had time to ride a bicycle, sleep in a tent in the back yard, and tell ghost stories?
When did we enter the age that gave us access to the latest horrendous act across our globe?
Do I need to know these things?
If so, how will it affect my life? My outlook? My attitude?
These random acts of hatred and violence seem to be creeping into my psyche, destroying the peace and tranquility of my little world.
Although I have not changed my life style, I am feeling uneasy about when and where the next attack will be.
Who would have imagined it would happen in Baton Rouge. Or in Nice, Orlando or Munich.
Then there is the civil unrest in our country. Police vs civilians. Profiling, blaming, killing one another, in the name of justice.
Even our politicians attack one another with troubling, vicious words, revealing the weaknesses of their opponents, rather than addressing the issues.
We may, perhaps, blow up this world some day, lose it all.
And for what?
I will be damned if I know.
Is it power?
Or are we humans continuing to fight one other, just because it is our nature?
I am reminded of the words of a song from years past: He ain’t heavy. He’s my brother.
Or the words of John Lennon:
You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope some day you’ll join us
And the world will be as one
Sorry, John, I just can’t see that we are headed in that direction.
I hope I am wrong.