It's always sad when seasons end and now is no exception. Tomorrow Murphymass will officially be over and done with for 2009. And just a few more days of the year remain and then it will be 2010 and who knows what the future might bring? Further strife and poverty and starvation and homelessness and death, quite possibly. War and rape and violence, most likely. But even in the midst of all this sadity and worry, we have to smile and laugh and dance and sing. Because no matter how shitty our lives might be, we can be certain of two things:
- There are other people on this planet who have it even worse. (A dozen people starve to death every minute. A hundred children are born with AIDS every day.)
- In time, things will get worse for us as well. We probably won't starve, but any one of us could get hit by a car and die tomorrow. And even if no sudden catastrophe occurs, we (and our loved ones) are slowly deteriorating and dying. You're not just imagining it: time is running out.
And if those two thoughts don't warm your heart and make you sleep well tonight, I don't know what you want from me.