Why are so many people so messed up? How can anyone not be grateful just for having a body that works? For legs and arms and internal organs that do what they're supposed to do, without intervention? Why do they have to cut it up and move things around and chop off parts and have things implanted in order to enjoy the wonders of their brief time being alive? Can you not enjoy a sunrise or walk in a forest or swim in a mountain lake if you don't like your penis or hate your breasts?
If more people would go and sit in a corner and meditate for 20 minutes every morning instead of seeking out dangerous surgeries to alter their God-given bodies, perhaps the world would be a tiny bit less screwed up. Until then, the crazies are running everything and ruining most of it.
No comments:
Post a Comment