Never Enough

If you’re reading this you were blessed to be born into the top 1% of history’s population.

You’ve experienced luxuries that so many millions of others who’ve walked this planet never did.

The technology of the day. The abundance of food, water and clothing.

Cars and trains and planes.

It’s an amazing time to be alive, and yet, it’s never enough.

People, especially in the last 5 or 6 years seem to be in a constant rage.

Someone is screwing them out of something that they feel entitled to.

Some hate those who may be less financially fortunate.

 Some abhor those who don’t look like they do. 

Women  and gays and black and immigrants and Hispanic and Jewish and Muslim.

A need to punch down.

Always.

An ‘I deserve more because I’m better’ way of thinking.

And there’s no shortage of subjects to bitch about.

Things that mean zip to the actual lives they’re living.

How are gays bothering you if you don’t live in that world?

How does someone else’s medical choice about their body impact your days?

If someone else prays to a different God than you does that change your relationship with the God you see?

Why does it matter to you?

I bring it all up because there is so much rage.

It’s everywhere.

It manifests itself in a woman going over the counter at a fast-food restaurant because they feel they were shorted a pickle.

Or it becomes a tragedy where a disgruntled, rage-aholic decides that people need to die.

Never enough.

I find it fascinating that people attend rallies where the speakers stand up and talk about how unfair everything is. 

Just a litany of complaints.

The speakers themselves are sick, and who knows if they even believe the garbage they’re grousing about.

It may all be one big grift…

…yet there are people in that audience who go on personal rampages about how poorly they’re being treated.

So they punch down, or up, or side to side. All the while they are fueling their rage…

…and they don’t even know why!

They will never have enough!

They won’t be happy until all their perceived enemies are crushed.

And that’s no way to live…

…when in the history of mankind you are blessed to be living now…

…in luxury.

You aren’t suffering as some have suffered before us. 

You’re probably sleeping in a warm bed, driving a decent vehicle, eating enough, drinking enough, finding medical help, drinking beer.

Why all the rage?

But I know one thing.

It seems to be here to stay, and that’s too bad.