Monday, March 17, 2003

Everything Was Beautiful, And Nothing Hurt

I find myself sitting here today thinking about war. It seems an unavoidable subject, doesn’t it?

For the last hour or so I’ve been trying to write about my feelings on war. Let’s just say it has fallen flat on its face. There are far more eloquent people who have far more intelligent things to say on the subject and I think I’ll let them handle the discussion.

However, I don’t find Peace, Love or Understanding so funny and I wish I lived in a world where people who felt this way were not ridiculed. Peace is a noble cause.

Perhaps I am a fool to think so. Perhaps I am a fool to want my children to grow up in a world that isn’t besieged by violence and hatred. If that is foolish, then so be it.

I’ll watch the war on TV. I’ll sincerely wish that our troops will come home safe. And I’ll also sincerely hope that no one dies at all. Isn’t that silly? That I don’t want to hear about people being blown up by anyone? Maybe I’ll just wait for the movie to come out. That way it will all be explained for me.

Oh well. I think I’ll go do some other foolish things now. Like writing letters about how I want clean air and water. Or maybe I’ll put some effort into getting a disease cured. Or, maybe I’ll do something on a small scale and buy a homeless guy lunch. That would be foolish, wouldn’t it? To let other people think I care about their welfare?

What I dread the most about this whole situation is that I’ll have to explain to my daughter why human beings go to war. I don’t know what I will say. Maybe someone will explain it to me. That would be nice. Apparently the world has been black and white for a long time, but I keep seeing all these other colors. I must be hallucinating.

Tomorrow I will come back and tell funny stories about my family. Things about how my family is happy and how much we love each other. And how we’re all foolish together.

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