As I sit here reading stories about the fact that there are 2.9 million millionaires in the US and that a million doesn’t buy as much as it used to, I have to stop and reflect. I need to decide whether to type this story on my laptop, or my desktop PC or whether I should stop and warm up dinner in my microwave and then come back to typing or whether I should take my new truck out to a restaurant to spend the equivalent of a third world worker’s wages for a week on a quick dinner, or whether I should just go sit and watch my 32″ tv while munching on a few snacks. The choices are infinite.
I won’t sit here tonight worrying about whether rebels will come break down my door, take my child and kill my wife. I won’t worry about whether it’s going to rain and come through my roof on this 35 degree night. I won’t wonder if my daughter will die of malaria or starvation. I don’t have to worry about whether we have enough food in the fridge. If I lose my job tomorrow I don’t have to worry about which street corner I’ll sleep on. As I sit here typing I’m not worried about planes flying overhead dropping bombs in my vicinity because a suspected terrorist is living nearby. No, my neighborhood won’t be flattened.
Okay, so my personal needs are being met. The safety of my family is covered. So what the hell am I going to worry about?
One day in the media:
Who are you? I’m afraid of alzheimers
Geez it’s hot in here. I’m afraid of global warming
You get the point. Is it human nature to have to worry about something? I’m guilty of fretting about damn near anything. I’m going to try to stop. My reality is 100000% better than over 90% of the rest of the world’s reality. I think it’s high time that we should stop worrying so damn much about everything in our day to day lives and focus more on what we are grateful for. And it wouldn’t hurt to spread a little of our good fortune around for others. So, either go out and help someone, or at the very least, go click on the hungersite and give a bowl of food to someone you lazy bastard!