The Question of the Hour

What is there worth dying for? How do we decide? And, since nobody will ever agree, when is it right that those views be imposed on other people? Morally, when is it okay that we step away from the hurt, the dying and the suffering of other people and shrug it off saying 'it's not our problem'? Don't we have a moral obligation to other people -- even if those other people are (gasp) different from us? If someone were dying on the street, wouldn't you try to help them?

Maybe people don't care (and let's face it. Most people can SAY they care but not ever intend on doing a darn thing. The best intentions in the world don't add up to a hill of beans.) when they don't have to look at the suffering, at the pain, and the devastation. The enemy isn't faceless -- the victims are. And as long as WE'RE safe, sound, well fed and happy…why should we care about anything outside of this world?

Hm. Just a weird, Friday afternoon thought….

A touch of melodrama
Why do you have to be such a stranger? Why is it that i have to wait to see you, talk to you, touch you? Why can't I have the luxury afforded to so many others and WHY is it my 'destiny' to be forever longing for you? Why does your memory have to fade -- that i have to wait for hundreds of years to remember what it feels like to kiss you? Why is it that as I rail against this I KNOW that somehow, in some way this is valuable between us, and these moments are to be stored up and treasured. Because really, how many couples get more than one first kiss? How many couples get to feel that awkward, innocent moment time and time again? And how many people ever get to fully appreciate the depth of love that exists within the mundane, day to day events?

And the Award goes to...

Mongolia. Whose athlete, Tsagaanbaatar Khashbaatar won bronze in Judo.

Sometimes, life is funny.

You know what I'm tired of seeing? Roadkill. Like, seriously, people. I've seen at least 12 dead possums on the road in the last week, and that's only possums. I didn't even know there WERE such beasties in North America until I started driving. And you know what's worse? When the random dead animals get so run over that they're just a small mass of fur and dried blood. Now that is just disgusting.