Food For Thought

Greetings to all you out there from under the brim of an amazing Bill Lee trucker hat!

I find it amazing how much variation there truly is in the human experience. I personally had one of the best weekends of my entire life (I know you are just dying to know what I'm talking about here, but I'm under an oath of silence), whereas people all over the world are possibly having the worse weekend of their entire life.

For example, in a sad turn of events, a Mountaire Truck went over the side of the Bay Bridge Tunnel. I cannot wish such a hurt on any family, even those of my worse enemy, let alone a random family. At the same time i was on top of the world to the soundtrack of guitars and light percussion, another family was stricken with grief over the loss of a father, brother and husband. With so many billions in the world there are billions more storylines every day.

I almost feel like I am negligent in making myself caring about other people, and their own stories and problems and the like. I like to feel like I have enough on my plate already, and don't really have time to mess with other peoples lives.

More on this...later...