I often wonder, as an observation,
if there is not a flaw, or an innate itching
in the human psyche that prevents us
from moving forward. Is it malaise, boredom or complacency that causes the world to become ugly, when things are going well? Why do we undo ourselves, every time; almost as though it is a global decision to annahilate everything that is good about us, merely for the sake of change, while blaming the other guy? We are the other guy.
If there is one message I could leave for my own children and grandchildren, it would be to be truly grateful when life is going well and never grind their own wheels when that itching comes. At all costs, look for the love and be grateful. I pray their world never looks like this again.