What Makes People . . . People?
Just wondering lately why people do the things they do? Why is it so much easier to be hurtful and revengeful and mean?
Of course, I know it's cause lots don't know God.
Still, isn't there any since of love in this world? Of respect? Can we do what we want when we want it cause we want it? And get by?
Course not, but it seems that way . . . sometimes.
Isn't there enough happiness to go around that we don't have to tromp on someone to reach a higher ring? Doesn't seem to matter much how much the other person is smashed or damaged as long as we're protect ourself.
Where does it all get us? A smidgen of satisfaction that we bettered another person?
And hurting for another friend of mine.
Tomorrow is always fresh with no mistakes in it. --Anne Shirley