Bound to fail

Sometimes I don't know what's wrong with me or humanity. Often, we seem bound and determined to rationalize all of our ugliest impulses, to create a resigned and tragic fate for ourselves. On the alter of our own pride, of course.

One day back from Thanksgiving and I'm baraged, again, with news of a world determined to fail, I think. Or, more accurately, determined not to take responsibility for its failure.

Nice thing about a free society is that you end up looking like a fool if you persist down that path. Even if you are a major world power.

I think I just need someone to love and to watch the fireworks as we all go down in flames. Either that or watch us take a turn for the better.

Eventually it's got to be the latter.

The question, now, is how long will we fail before we acknowledge it to ourselves honestly.

Not too long, I hope.

Lot of good things to do in the world.