Snail’s Pace

The tragedy of tragedies, in the end, might be that we wasted so much time and energy and resources in the development of war implements. It’s shameful and sad on every level—that we’ve never been able to rise above, move beyond the intrinsic distrust and wariness of others.

All the trillions could have been spent more altruistically, on better things. But instead, contracts are awarded, pockets are lined, while diseases make inroads, people sleep on the streets, ignorance runs rampant, the planet warms, and neglect rages on.

We are just selfish animals with a more evolved brain that’s never been used to its full potential. We inflict needless pain and suffering, we look the other way, we hoard and take care of “our own,” we get distracted and overtaken by delusions of grandeur and the allure of power. A relative handful of people act like they have the best ideas while trying to make life miserable for everybody else.

Shit. I’m rambling, not finding the words. Maybe this is why I still have those dreams where I’m unprepared and can’t find my way—it’s because I’m constantly searching, trying to say things in a succinct, insightful way, and the words just aren’t there. My mind is a jumbled mess some days.