I carry on and never once have even questioned why

[jackofswords]

Sometimes I wonder how much I've hardened myself to the strife of the world... how much everyone has hardened themselves. Think back to the 1950's... do you think they were told about every murder, every rape, every injustice? If the American people were not so focused on the ills of our world, would we be happier overall? Then again, what right does anyone have to withhold the truth. If there's a murder in your neighborhood, would you have the police take care of it and you be none the wiser or would you prefer to hear about it? Is it even your business anyway? Maybe if a relative of mine was murdered, I wouldn't want everyone in the city of Tampa to know about it. I believe that we have lost something.. perhaps it's our innocence, perhaps it's our ability to truly feel for others. I hope I'm not the only one that, when witnessing the September 11th attacks, didn't quite feel as much as I perceived the person next to me was feeling. Of course I realized that many many families lost their loved ones in that disaster... but was I feeling the deepest depths of sorrow? Was I in mourning with all of those families? No, I wasn't. I would be lying to you if I said I cried myself to sleep that night.

I eat my breakfast while hearing about murder.

Stay tuned for something less depressing.