So while the past year was interesting -I guess you could say it was filled with good times-but while it was interesting, I believe that this year will be my personal ramp upward into whatever it is I'm supposed to do. This may sound cheesy, but with the risk of sounding perhaps more cheesy I will say, I can feel it.
Anyways, Christmas and Thanksgiving passed over with a few pounds added. Otherwise, the turning of the new year seemed uneventful. Now, every way I turn to find news, I see only the further deterioration of mankind...Not to say that the Chinese couldn't do any better than the good old US of A, but through art, I have seen what mankind truly is meant for, and we are definitely going in the wrong direction.
As far as this whole Obama birth certificate thing goes, its seems this generation has bitten off more than it can chew in electing him. I haven't a clue why he could have been elected with such a strong Muslim background, but just the fact that there was any issue at all with his background checks should disqualify him. This country needs to stop fucking around when it comes to leadership.
So alongside this rampant growth of 'unforeseen problems' comes a much more dire situation. Where are we as a people? I would think we could unite towards a common goal by now, but we are still bordered by the limitations of nationality. I don't believe any more that the day I need to see to be complete, will come in my lifetime. I gave that dream up a long time ago. When finally the end falls on mankind and he sees his twisted visage reflected in the great sea of death, he will wish the same thing that I am wishing now. I wish that we would get over ourselves. What we truly and utterly need to move forward as a people at this point in time, is a unity unmarred by nationality, and a common goal to strive for. As pointed out by many a great sci-fi series, the stars are a candidate for mankind's next step into immortality. But we are not ready neither in maturity or in technology to achieve this step. As it appears now, we are doomed to die in wars between ourselves.
This is a very strange perspective to write, because I see it in relation to other perspectives on life. I fully understand the completeness of the characters we see in the strangest of places. I can fully empathize the love of the underground night club life. I can fully feel the sense of peace one finds ultimately from being a busybody day and night. I can see the ultimate joy of personal sacrifice, and even the secret happiness of those who suffer. But it is not my true perspective. I must be truly great in spirit if I can understand these, but refuse them for a life of suffering at the hands of my own observations.
There is a very odd observation I recently made while writing at two in the morning. That is that mankind is obsessed with his own struggle. Every story is about struggle. Every history is about struggle. Man struggles with everything. Even in peace, man struggles to keep it. While mankind struggles to overcome the boundaries he himself has set upon the world, each individual must overcome a series of their own struggles. While China struggles to dominate world economics, a heroic addict is struggling to go three weeks straight without his fix.
But a struggle is satisfying. Sometimes in the moment of struggle, sometimes in the moment of victory, sometimes in the moment looking back on it. Any way you look at it, a person will be stronger after a struggle because it is self fulfilling to triumph. And now, in light of that same universal perspective, we must know. Mankind must struggle, or be consumed by it.
