"Grow a heart, bitch!"
Oh, the fond memories of yesteryear when I was frequently labeled "too sensitive" and I wished that other people learned to have sympathy towards others. Did I say "yesteryear"? I mean now, since the US House of Representatives voted to punish poor people by taking away their health care while giving the largest tax break in history to the extremely wealthy in a bill most of the representatives didn't even read, under the guidance of the most pathologically disturbed and narcissistic president ever elected by a minority of the popular vote.
Keith Olbermann expresses my point of view on this (watch here), and as Keith says, "Resist!"
The bill passed by the House is unlikely to make it through the Senate, but I'm still upset by the evil in the people who voted for it so far and the people who support them. These people don't care about the suffering of their neighbors. Some of them actually want the poor people to die off so they'll quit straining the national budget through "entitlement programs". Never mind that Social Security is one of those programs. Don't confuse the reality with the my team won feel-good rallies.
At the heart of things, people are worshipping false idols. Money and fame are mirages. Do you ever contemplate what you'll be thinking about on your death bed? What really matters to you? What is your legacy? Are you proud of your life? What will people say about you once you're gone?
I once attended a funeral for a man whom I knew through work. I was surprised that his daughters spoke at the funeral about how much he had put into his job. That's it. No funny stories about loving father/daughter moments. Everything he did was in pursuit of money, yet the business he spent his life creating doesn't even exist anymore. What was the point? That he could buy really expensive suits or that he had a really nice house that he hardly spent time in? I thought it was the saddest funeral I've ever attended. His "success" is a parable I look at when I think about not wasting my life.
When I die, I want people to say something else about me. I don't really know what I'd want them to say, but something besides "She worked until 11:30 p.m. every night and every weekend!" "She had the best silverware and the nicest manicures!" "She shared the cutest kitty pic on Facebook!" There has to be something more to life than that. Nothing against hard work or kitty pics, but there has to be more.
All of us play a part in creating the world we live in. Everything we say, everything we create, everything we buy, every politician we support has an impact on the world. Live your life like it matters, because it does.