| Dinner
(January 23, 2007) How far my species has come and how hard my forefathers toiled that I might sit here noting the dissatisfaction I feel with my life. How would I explain to my predecessors the lack of hard work and the absence of bold drive that has made up my years? There has been some time spent reading and thinking and writing bad poetry, and little else. This, after ancestors brought down mastodons, outran lions, outthought Neanderthal and Cro-Magnon competitors, developed civilizations and survived while countless others did not. Now I sit and pout, seek out some motivation, search for meaning. In a different day I would have been sacrificed and eaten. |