God Bless America or God Save America?

It nearly seems like people as a whole are completely blind to the world. I mean how on earth did we end up like this? We have allowed ourselves to become fully dependent on oil. Oil, a natural resource, which we as Americans must import. We are dependent on a time sensitive, highly profitable, foreign country run product. We fear terrorism? True terrorism would be the destruction of our access to fuel. Our country would shut down. Our whole world would stop short. So who do we blame for this? Ourselves. We have let ourselves be led by a government that has not mass produced any of the many, many alternatives to this fuel crisis. So far the most mainstream answer is overpriced hybrid cars which has forty mpg instead of twenty. That's the best we can do? At a time like this, when we have factories being run on methane gas from garbage dumps, green houses being fed the co2 waste from factories, this is the best answer we have? A car that uses slightly less gas? And to really get this solution out to the public were going to charge more money for the hybrid model then its gas hungrier counterpart. What a joke. God bless America, or as it will soon read, god save America.

So Little Time

Why is so little time allowed for what people actually want to do? For about a third of your life you are unconscious, hardly living life at all. For about another third you're working a job to be able to support yourself and the things you actually want to do. Which presents the problem, without working you have the time to live but not the money, work and you shall have the money but lack the time. So not taking into account the time we spend eating, keeping up with hygeine, traveling and all the other mundane aspects of life we are left with a measly one third of our existance to pursue what actually interests us. Sure it can be argued that if we choose a career that's passionate to us that that's time spent for ourselves. But I ask, how many people love their jobs? My guess is not many. I want to hit the lotto, not to be rich or drive fancy cars while living in a big house. I want to win the lotto so I can spend nearly all of the precious little time I have to live on living. Living the way I want. That's my ideal life.

Where do I belong?

Lately I've been thinking a lot about why things are the way they are. I live in new york because this is where I was born, but does that mean I belong here? I see most people just accept their situation, never questioning it, and I sort of envy them. I yearn for that blissful ignorance that they so easily possess. Instead I'm full of this desire to continually travel, searching for that vague feeling of home. Surprisingly, nearly every place has felt much more right then here. I admit this could be contributed to the whole, the grass is always greener saying, but I don't think so. Yet, no matter how at home any of these foreign places feel, I fear I will never be brave enough to take the risk and leave the comfort I have here. I guess only time will tell.