Stephen Blackpool, a character from Charles Dickens' novel Hard Times often says how all the world is a muddle. In his case, his world is unjust, corrupt, and quite confusing at times. Kinda like the world we live in, huh?
At times, it seems as if we live in one screwed up and dismal world.
We laugh at all the wrong things--things that shouldn't even be considered funny because they're so terrible.
We hurt people with words rather than with stones and daggers, and sometimes, words end up doing more harm.
Sometimes, we simply don't care, and that hurts. Apathy wounds those who actually care, but how can you spur someone to actually care?
The world is an unfriendly place at times. A place of business, work, and machines. A place devoid of emotion.
People take pleasure in watching the pain and suffering of others. Some even hope for it.
We tear down others, so we can feel better about ourselves.
We judge people by their exterior and fail to see that they have a beautiful heart, mind, or soul.
All the wrong things seem to matter.
The news is always focusing on the crime, the murder of innocents, the feuding countries, the politcal mud slinging, and how we're dooming our bodies to cancer by simply living life.
The world nauseates me at times. I'm finished ranting now.