Have you ever really stopped and asked yourself the question, “Who are we…”?
This happens to me more often than I would like to admit. I feel overwhelming shame and guilt for what we as a human race are doing to our world.
I am not one of those extremists when it comes to the environment, yet I am very aware and conscience to my part of it.
The brutality of farming animals for slaughter when we should be growing more of our food than we should be compacting into undersized lots and putting out food that is not good quality.
The senseless hunting of our land’s creatures. Again, it is one thing to hunt to feed your family, but when it comes to purely sport and game, I feel there has to be some broken emotion to why you just want to kill something.
Our continued development is “progress”. When does this progress become too much?
I hear people shouting about immigration reform. Well, the biggest immigration crisis started 400 years ago in the United States, and it helped wipe out native people and cultures. It brought disease and famine. It started the age of old man White Christianity for a nation about to be born.
I watch and listen to how people act in the North Texas area. Many transplants from all over the country and even the world. Majority feel this entitlement. For what? I do not know. I know 30 plus years ago, things were not perfect, but there was a lot more respect for neighbors and fellow humans in my area.
I think stupidity has become common place now. No one cares.
So, who are we?
I shall try harder to focus on the positive.