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Feb 2021
We are all on a timer, and eventually our numbers will roll over to zero. The moments treasured from experience gained, are life's true valuables. Take time to stop looking in one direction. To be blinded to what's happening around us is a cold and bitter curse.
The way we plow people down, without even looking in the rear-view mirror, corrodes the foundation that holds up my hope for humanity.
Poison words, destructive actions, bitter personalities, that's the real illness. Too bad there's not a vaccine for infected people. It it what it is though, and it is near impossible to even take that one step forward.
It's like we are on one of those electric sidewalks, but it's running at 3 times the speed, as we run out of breath, just to stay in the same spot, dying faster because of it.
So humanity finds it easier, to take the easy way, and not only riding the sidewalk backwards, but running that way, pushing everyone down, just to get that extra step towards darkness quicker.
As painful as it is watching from the stands, as the bridges burn and the cities collapse, there is nothing I can do to fix anything.
So I watch the world consume itself, as i sit here, sipping my soda and eating my popcorn. What a terrible movie, two thumbs down.

D. Scaggs

"Four"
David Scaggs
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