It’s 3am, and I should be sleeping. Instead, I’m typing on my loud-ass keyboard, writing just to keep the anxiety at bay. There’s no one reason for it; right now, I just feel a little stuck in the mud. Sometimes, it hits like a tidal wave, so I’m grateful for what’s lacking this time around. My mind is swirling, convoluted with too many thoughts. Thoughts about the sad state of the world and my country. Thoughts of disappointing people and being disappointed by them, too. Inevitably, I’ll circle ’round to thinking of my Dad. Then, I feel ashamed. I’m a great mom, but I could be better. I’m a loving wife, but I could be better. I’m a semi-talented writer on a good day, but I could be better. In short, the world is on fire, but everyone’s too busy either pointing the hose at themselves or claiming it’s only smoke. Reprehensible words and actions are cheered, while the very people holding up this country suffer. Families lie, hide secrets, and may wear the most elaborate masks of them all. We shame those we should be helping. We, humans, are not a civilized race. We are, on average, immoral, greedy, and egotistical beings, justifying it all in the name of ourselves. We’ve decided we can do whatever we want. We’ve decided we are the rulers of this planet and have reigned over it all with ignorance and selfish goals disguised as progress. When will we realize the depth of our ignorance? I fear it may be too late.