...And I Feel Fine...

   So it is officially September 11th, 2011---a decade after the terrible tragedy that needs no further explanation. America is running rampant with paranoia, per the usual. I could be wrong, but I honestly don't think any terrorist attacks are going to take place in America today. No more than usual, anyway. But, today brings an interesting topic that needs perusing.

   Armageddon. Do you believe in it or not?

   Many so-called "Christians" do. Just pick up a copy of the King James Version sometime and flip through Revelations (my favorite chapter of the Bible, PS). It's all about the end of the world, or what people perceive to be the end of the world. Fire, brimstone, demons, the Anti-Christ. How do you think the world is going to end?

   I asked my boyfriend tonight if he believes God is going to destroy the world someday. He said, "No. I think man is going to do it to themselves."

   I think so too.

   We are too far gone to save ourselves. Society is damned, simply because we don't speak up when we need to, we don't act on the things that need to be done immediately, and we just don't give a shit about things that affect us. I was reading a fictional book last week about a demon takeover that took place in present-day America. It was a bit of a let-down, really: the kid in the story recruited his mother and practically his whole family in order to save the world from a demon prince that was hell-bent and determined, if you'll pardon the pun, to make humans slaves to the filthy beasts of the underworld. In the end, we lost.

   I think the only thing left for us to do is to serve ourselves, protect those we love, and pray that the end comes when we as individuals are long gone.

   It's too late to do anything to save the world now, because the world does not want to be saved. How can you save a drowning person when they refuse to take your hand? You don't. You let them float out to the farthest tendrils of the sea....and you watch them float away.

Hungry Demon

   Anxiety is like a hungry demon. It gnaws at your nerves and sits in your brain, heavy and solid like a brick. It causes you to fear what you normally wouldn't give a second glance. It creates imaginary evils and dangers in your life that probably aren't really there. It causes you to overreact, sweat, have heart palpitations, and worry everyone else around you about things that probably don't matter in the first place.

   In the end, you have to think of it this way: you can only do so much. You are one person, and people were born to make mistakes. Nobody is perfect. So when the sun sets and you get ready for bed, as long as you know that you did the best you could---that's all that matters. Whatever happens after that, happens. If something is meant to be, you're not going to be able to stop it anyway, more than likely.

   Yes, to a certain extent---I believe in fate.

   I also believe that if you aren't careful, if you allow life to seep inside your head and create those demons of anxiety, hungry for your peace of mine---you'll never survive.

   But I am going to survive, folks. How about you?