I log in to check my email and here is the exact list of top new stories I see:
Obama, McCain hit economy in the push to Tuesday
Texas floats plan to house Ike victims aboard ship
Suicide bomber kills nine in NW Pakistan
Sophisticated attack leaves 77 dead in India
Blue Angels remove 2 from duty, only 5 jets to fly
Man sets self aflame at Seattle college and dies
So now I am left wondering if there is any good left in our world at all.
My mom told me last night that sometimes bad things happen to good people. And she is right. A half-brother cannot financially support his family and avoids his father out of humiliation. A mentor's nephew attempts to hang himself. A roommate's dog is put to sleep. A best friend's father is diagnosed with a form of cancer that could not have been prevented. A mistake completely fucks up the next two years of your life, drains your bank account and drains your soul. An oldest friend and a younger sister question love when in reality, they deserve it more than anybody in the world that I can possibly think of. A country is terrified and confused and faced with a decision that will change the way we are living no matter the outcome.
Sometimes it seems like everyone is hurting, everyone is wanting something that they don't think they have.
I have heard one thousand times that everything happens for a reason. But if there is a reason for all of this, I am either truly naive, or incapable of understanding. It's so hard to have hope when everything around you keeps on falling the fuck down. But in reality, what else can you do? If you can't fix something physically, then you sure as hell better fix it mentally, or a new headline prevails: We really are going nowhere.
Here is some pathetic consolation that honestly should kick you in the ass every now and then. No matter how bad you think you have it - no matter who the hell is kicking you when you're already down - somebody in this world has it worse than you. This can either cause you to feel petty and selfish, or it can give you a dose of realism that is desperately needed in society today.
You will get a job. You will survive the next two years of probation and figure out a way to pay your fines. You will find happiness. You will find love. You will graduate on time. You will reconcile with your loved ones. You will grow up. You will smile again. And without a doubt, you will complain and cry and hurt so much that you can hardly breathe, but in the end, what the fuck else can you do?
October will end and November will begin, and life will continue whether you want it to or not. So in the words of my mother, the saint: have faith in whatever it is that you need to have faith in while understanding that others around you are doing exactly the same. We are united, even through fear, even through sadness, even through humiliation, and thus, we are selfish to think that we are ever truly alone.
