Sometimes it feels like I'm fiddling while the planet burns all around me. Oh, I still fret about climate change and I'm certainly alarmed to find out that half my fellow citizens are dying to be lied to as long as it's done using hate speech and braggadocio. The plight of the homeless continues to break my heart and I mourn every animal destroyed in shelters. Our slide in infant mortality rates and our lack of a genuine health care system keep me awake at night and the waste of endless war all infuriate me. Did I mention my distaste in the destruction of the music industry?
Somehow, though, I'm feeling really good. Really good. Maybe it's the idea that most of the race is run. For me. Who knows? Who cares?
The beauty all around me is nearly blinding. If I have a single regret it's that I haven't paid enough attention. It's not the money or the power or position. It's the love, chump. It's the love.