In the Hot, Hot Rays

[[just some thoughts]]

It's called: Growing Up.

Every little big decision I make, my parents are consulted (Nation of Wimps article -- if you're in my generation or [plan on] having kids, I suggest reading). Of course they're a fountain of wisdom and know so much more than I do, but a little self-reliance never hurt anybody.

We are so small. I looked out of the airplane window on the way to Los Angeles to see monstrous mountains that could probably swallow the airplane whole. The houses look like monopoly pieces; the cars replicate the game of Life, but with more traffic; yet, we act as if fate is in our hands. I tried to pinpoint any large/celebrity houses. Perhaps there were none in the area we flew over, but aside from what appeared to be high schools and skating rinks, there were none to be found.

We are so small in this world; this universe; this galaxy that is so large. It makes me think about what rights people think they have to storm into another man's territory and take what does not rightfully belong to them. Whether it's a mass murder genocide, stealing the lives of innocent people, or taking a pen from someone's desk because 'they won't miss it.' What gives people the right to be selfish enough to believe that they can just take what they want? We are all the same. The mountain can still swallow us whole. We can drown in the sea without help nearby. So if we are all so vulnerable to the same falls and destruction, what gives anyone the right to feel superior?

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