Let me try this again,

with clearer head this time.  Sorry, last round was intercepted by cold meds kicking in.

So, we FEEL like the entire world is F*cked and yet we have it better than any generation ever before, even better than we had it growing up in the 80’s, and there is a kraziness infesting the world: the one where some group(s) is/are trying to undermine everything we see around us, wipe a large portion of us off the face of the planet, and make us eat bugs,,,,

Are we on the same page?

W?

T?

F?  is wrong with us?

And that is something of the premise in that book by Mark Manson I listed the other day.    HOPE

We hold no TRUE HOPES for a future.   We are at the peak of what the human race has been striving for in one very real sense.    We may not have Replicators like in Star Trek, but we have the Zon and ALibababbababala, (intentional, play with it, it rolls off the tongue,,,, LOL). We have communications that are capable of watching our health even as they allow us to communicate around the world at the speed of electrons, and keep up with so much information, we can’t KEEP UP with the speed of the world,,,,   We may not have FTL travel among the stars, but we can ‘travel in time’ and watch concerts that happened years ago, with the same quality of sound as if they had just been recorded.   We can read books written centuries ago by long dead hands, and not even need to touch the original book, because it has been scanned into a database for our use.  

When I first became “The dad Unit”, I just wanted things to be better for my daughter than they were for me growing up.   THAT was my hope.    I had other hopes and dreams, but that was the key hope.   NOW, it seems our hopes are that our kids are not raised under tyranny, or enslaved by oligarchs, and yet we see no way they can become anything BUT those things with the situation of the world.  Our “hopes” seem fruitless.

Our reality has become not so real, and people are at ends, not knowing which direction to strive.      Some of them, like the rich ones that are building rockets and such, they want off the rock, but that path is not for the everyday Joe/Jane (not yet anyways, maybe in another fifty to one-hundred years, short of some spontaneous break-through of technology.).  There aren’t any frontiers or territories to tame, we are at ends and bouncing around our world like loose pinballs, and going just a leetle krazzeeee.

You know what happens when things like this start up? 

Some jackass is going to punch someone in the face and the lemming rush to the cliffs of death will be epic.    We already have the Handlers of SLo-Joe and Krew trying like hell to provoke a bear, who has been epic in patience IMO, (and why rumors of his having terminal cancer make some sense,,   Dunno, rumors is rumors, I prefer facts,,,)

but thats only ONE option in times like these.   The other option is one of growth/evolution.   We kinda need that angst of strife as humans.   We need reason for hope.   We need competition of some sort, preferable the ‘us against the elements’ sort since those keep us focused on growth and not kicking our neighbors ass for being a clod or because she played footsies with hubby at the BBQ,,   

But where do you find such a frontier when there are none to be found?    

Look in the mirror.   I personally think we are the most uncharted territory there is.   Most people are so busy with living, not because they must, but because they are afraid to really look deep inside.   I know there are people that refuse to stop talking, afraid of the quiet, because then they have to hear what the inner voice has to say,,,,

I know my case is not special: I am an empty nester, single, and while I don’t have lucrative amounts of income to play wth, I am not destitute either.   And I am at ends with direction of my life.   What do I wanna be when I grow up?  is a question that I still ask myself.   Writer, (still working on that, and NO, it is not as easy as some people want to make it seem.). Kayaker,  ( every damned day if I had my way about it. but has to eat too, and kayaks don’t pay the bills.). Fabricator.   (Do it everyday, most days, and it’s the only point keeping me afloat,,) 

And seriously, most of the reasons I can see people get so worked up over poly-ticks is because of that need for strife.   We need a common enemy, something to focus our excess energy on, that gives us a purpose.   We like to have purpose. 

or we have to accept that there is none, and that road leads to despair and all sorts of ick that usually ends up ‘dos meters’.

I mention in my story with Mackie and Nudge, that we are here for some lesson, or to work out something.  Some people might call that our purpose.     But how do you ‘find’ that purpose.    Maybe MY purpose to show others that being purposeless isn’t a death sentence, LOL.  (talk about a paradox,,,,  Purposeless purpose,,,LOL).  

and maybe I still have too much cold medicine running around my veins still.

what can I say, lazy day with Kats cuddling me knees to be close to the fire, or sprawling over the desk ‘just cuz,,,’. Too sick to go play with boats, even though I am getting better (no need for a relapse,,,)

more time for my brain to play with ideas (and yes, Mike, B, and others; I am working on the books TOO. this is just a break. damned slave drivers,,,, ROFL)