Embarrassed By My Species
They might not be everywhere all the time, but the stench of just one weak minded individual has the ability to stamp out all that is good in any given arena, be it physical or mental.
Sometimes the weak throw beer on ballplayers from the bleachers, sometimes they issue fatwas because someone exercised creative license in regard to an archaic lifestyle, and sometimes they walk into Safeway and murder people in droves.
While such instances might not seem like everyday occurrences, let me assure you, they are. We might not hear about every instance, every day, from every corner of the planet; but it seems that the inability to exact rational thought is something that has hindered mankind since… well… since even before we were called ‘mankind’.
Okay, then, what the hell can we do about it? What is the solution? The problem is easily identified, but how do we even begin the process of fixing it?
I don’t have the answer.
Apparently, no one does.
Tragedy continues to strike at the sloppy hands of the weak.
We may not have the answers yet, but if we make a stronger effort to think, to listen, to have compassion for our fellow man — on an individual level — maybe progress can be made.
At the very least, making a personal vow to do the above is a proactive step. And as a species, we need to be as proactive as we possibly can, before it’s too late.