:: Thursday, February 06, 2003 ::

Tired Eyes, Tired Mind

At 6:30a.m. I printed off my essay and went to sleep. For two hours. Then I had to hand it in. Surprisingly I proceeded to have a great day... recieved a phone call from a friend in Europe, got a callback for an $18/hr summer job, went rollerblading down to Spanish banks once more... tried to find a way to get all the way to the sea wall but gave up out of laziness.

It seems that lately I can't escape the idea of war... the radio, the internet, the newspaper, my own email inbox filling daily with petitions to stop this madness, and while I am very adamently against the war I can't help but stare at them and wonder "what's the point?" I know it's pessimistic but it's so hard to imagine that signing (well, typing) my name to a mass email will really make any difference. I feel like society is constipated - everyone seems to be opposed to this situation but nobody seems able to raise a collective voice... well, maybe France did but I really don't know enough about the situation to say anything. Immanuel Kant said that "the state of peace among men living side by side is not the natural state; the natural state is one of war." At this point I find too much truth in that statement.

I look around at all the beauty I'm allowed to experience every day: all the fresh air I can breathe; the rights I can exercise; the warm, safe bed in which I sleep; and all the information at my fingertips that allows me to facilitate my own enlightenment. It's so bittersweet. Why do I get to have it so good?

2 hours of sleep = pessimism I guess.

I know it's very Miss America pagent and everything, so excuse the cheese, but I just wish everyone could be safe and free and happy and healthy and loved.


listening: Ladysmith Black Mambazo (assorted unpronouncable Zulu titles)
reading: a little too delirious to read at the moment
watching: Almost Famous

:: Katy 9:42 p.m. [+] :: ::