Kick my head.

Gosh I am just so frustrated!!!!! That's allowed right? I'm not being sarcastic either. I have a voice, I have things I want to say and on a side note the anamatronic deer we got keeps falling over and I keep having to fix it. Imagine a scene in a movie that goes back en forth from a leader of a country, to individuals.

We all consider ourselves important. We consider the town we live in the center of the universe. When we submerge our selves in our local culture we tend to think that other towns around us and far away are suffering in the same ways and from the same things. But its just not true! There are billions of individual stories waiting to be told, and when you think about it, sometimes we are put in a situation where we feel we play a part in many other people's stories. But then there is still our own story to be told. So many cultures, we couldn't possibly experience them all. Life in he U.S. is just so fragile. And so many people don't even know it.

There is so much hate outside of the U.S. it's mind boggling. I laugh when I think about the guy who hates black people, complains and openly mocks them, not even knowing he is part of the problem. In other countries its not about fighting for a better future, its about who is gonna kill the rest first. Granted that doesn't explain everywhere but I believe the majority it does.

I think about Iraq sometimes. I think about the people I've seen and their stories. I think about what it would be like growing up there and not even being able to understand what it means to be an American or understand what life here is like.

I remember one day responding to a suicide bomb in a market. As we were making our way in we see Iraqi Police pick up trucks carting off truck loads of bodies. I imagine each of these as a story. I remember one scene in witch a boy was being lead by an older man. The boy's mouth was open and he was screaming. Burn marks littered his cloths. Not much blood on him but his face was covered with a black ash. The only trace of his brown skin was where the tears were streaming down his face. I'll never forget that boy. And yet.....he has no idea that I exist. His was not the most interesting story I found thou, because I saw another man who peaked my interest. The man with the fire hose. The man who was "casually" hosing off the pavement of all the body parts and blood. What the hell is his story. I could not imagine living in a world that would make me so callus to the loss of life.

And what about my story. I feel like I, personally, have been through a lot. I'm sure we all feel that way at some point. I would hope that some people who will read this can relate. Well if you do, your not alone. I think the way to counter these feelings is to never stop learning and always keep a little love in your heart. To know the issues and whenever you can be thankful for what we have. LOL, funny thing is, putting my feelings into words makes me feel better already.

Just a warning before I go. There is too much assumption and not enough knowledge in the world right now. If your not part of the solution, the your part of the problem. Thanks for reading this guys.