Life
We live in a beautiful world. Not enough people see this. One day go out and watch the sunset, feel the cool breeze as it sweeps across the glassy surface of life. Catch that feeling of the grandeur of this world. Maybe theres a god, maybe theres not. Whether created to a plan, or formed with a most precise randomness, the results are still awe-inspiring. Upon this world we see the worst that man has to offer. I study things about man that make it hard for me to sleep. Somalia, Cambodia, the Holocaust, the Sudan, Rwanda, names that echo in my ears with the sound of horror. Yet whenever I feel the pull of that abyss of despair I always find beautiful thing in this world to latch onto and pull myself back to the surface. Barkley Sound with its breathtaking life, the Costa Rican highlands at dawn, the Mississippi River under a full moon, the glorious desolation of the Sahara, the feel of a girl in my arms. Maybe I've taught myself to be grateful due to my acceptance of an expected early death, I've joked that the last round in the magazine is for myself. Hopefully not. I must joke about these things, I've turned the burden of war into my life, and in order to stay sane I must ridicule it. So I gaze to the stars at night, breathe the cool, crisp winter air and love it.