Despite the fact that no fighting is taking place on our shores, to be alive today in America is to live with the knowledge of the continuing horror, terror, destruction, misery, sickness and starvation faced by those unfortunate innocents in other parts of the world who are caught in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Dumb as it sounds to some people, the ongoing and escalating chaos in the Middle East makes me unable to enjoy almost anything these days. My husband says to look away, don't watch it, don't read about it. Instead, I should focus on my own here and now.
It's true, there is peace here in Freeport, Maine. Still, I am sad to be a human. Watching the chipmunks and squirrels and birds scampering and flitting around my yard, oblivious to problems beyond finding their next meal, I'm jealous. While I have no such worries about food scarcity, my fear and loathing of my fellow man are overwhelming.
If I could just take war seriously, I might feel better. As it is, I see it as a really stupid game played by a bunch of brain-damaged lunatics, not unlike Paintball or Laser tag. No wonder I feel like an alien on my home planet.
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