My Place in the Universe

We live in a crap society. It's true. The rich keep gettin' richer. The poor struggle all their lives and die. Women aren't treated equally. Neither are minorities. Idiots cover the T.V. with nut shots and sex. No one reads anymore. People are obsessed with possessions. People don't always think about what they do before they do it. We smother our children so they grow up to think they're better than everyone. People are afraid of some hard work. We pollute and destroy the environment around us. We cement everything we can. We don't do a damn thing unless we're paid for it. We charge people everything they have to save them from a disease they wouldn't have if the land they live on hadn't been used to stash radioactive runoff fifty years before they were born. Money we'll kill for and we can't do anything but hold on to it and trade it for crap we don't need. We live in a crap society.

So what's the point of existin' in a place like this? Why would anybody want to live here? Why does anyone get out of bed to do anything at all?

I can't tell you why anybody else does it 'cause quite frankly I don't know. There are plenty of good reasons to lay in bed and think about how miserable life is and how everything sucks and how ain't a thing on this planet fair. In my opinion though, that does absolutely no good.

What good is self-pity? Not a damn bit of good really. Self-pity is selfishness. Pityin' the world doesn't do a thing to change what's wrong with it. You can't complain 'bout the world around you and hope it magically changes. If you ain't doin' sumthin' to make your life or the lives of the people around you a lil better, I'd say you ain't livin'.

It's easy to point out the flaws with anyone's plan but it's much harder to come up with the right answers. Any plan is gonna have it's flaws anyway, kinda what makes it easy to criticize, you know? All we can do is go with the best plan. Maybe we haven't done that. Maybe we've been led to believe we have. I don't have the answers as to what the plan should be. I see what I don't like and maybe if I put enough thought into it or work on these problems I can fix them.

I get outta bed in the mornin' in the hopes that maybe just maybe I can make a little, bitty, tiny, bit of a difference in the world. I realize that may seem stupid to some people but I like helpin' people. I like openin' doors for people when I'm at the post office. I like helpin' little old ladies get the stuff down from the high shelf in the grocery store. I don't mind usin' my day off to help a friend move. I don't mind listenin' to my friends' problems. I have patience with people that need it. I do my best to pay attention to those shy or insecure people like myself that could use a little. I encourage people to do well with whatever makes them happy and successful.

My brother and I were discussin' our place in the universe. We came to the conclusion that we are more or less the protectors of mankind. It would explain our love of fightin', and comic books, and the way we don't like seein' people get hurt. We prevent it if we can. We do our best to stick up for the little guys. Maybe we're wrong and the universe has no place for us and maybe we're terribble at helpin', but we try.

I can't tell you what your place is in the universe. You have to decide that. You know you better than I or anyone else ever could. You know what you like to do. You know what you should be doin' with your life. You have to be the one to give your life meanin'. You have to be the one that says gettin' up is worth doin'.

You have to be the one that says you ain't gonna pity yourself anymore.