Mm, pizza.

Actually, I didn't eat pizza. I ate a chicken sandwich.

But pizza woulda been good.

Wait, ew. Not pizza. Garlic bread.

Mmm. Garlic bread would have been good.

I'm about to hit the wall again. Can you tell?

I can.

But then again, I'm the person inside my body, who can therefore tell when I'm exhausted and running on the final patch of energy.

Ya know what? I hate politics. And I'm pissed at myself for bringing them up on my once peaceful little bloggy.

Yes, I'm a democrat. But I don't hate republicans. My daddy's a republican, for crying out loud. And he's awesome.

But ya know, whatever. I'm just against war. So I'm a democrat. War's mean. I mean, come on. The Christians on my floor are beating their heads against the wall everytime people go on about how the war's bad. But what did Jesus say, huh?

"Those who bear the sword shall perish from it."

So, if Jesus said that, then why don't they agree since they SAY that Bush is a Christian and they support him for his Christian values?

K, I'm done. If you're a republican AND you support Bush and the war, I still love you. As long as you don't go over there to support it and get yourself killed. Then, I'll be sad.

In the meantime, garlic bread is good. And so are cashews.

Damn, I'm like a pregnant woman. But I swear, I'm not pregnant! I'm just craving cashews.

Mmm. Cashews. Garlic Bread.

You know what's weird? So many people spend hours on end imagining worlds that would be better than our own. For example, Harry Potter. Wouldn't it be cool to be able to do MAGIC? Wouldn't it be totally awesome to have the ability to wave a wand and say "lumos," and then have light? I mean...seriously. It's like being God. It's like..."And then...there was light!" And then there really WAS light. And then, you said "Hm...wingardium...leviosa!" And you could make anything you wanted float freely through the air.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is a cool life.

But then! THEN WHAT? It's not like people can just live with a fantasy story. Then, you have to create Lord Voldemort. And a horrible death scene where a young boy experiences the brutal murder of his parents. And, for crying out loud, creatures that only people who have experienced death can see. How dark is that?

And why is it that we always CRAVE such dark elements in a story? Why can't we simply settle with the happiness of it all?

Well, because we see the story-line unfold. We're waiting for the climax, and the resolution. We're waiting for Harry to get beat up, be laying with his face in the dirt, and then for him to get up--mustering every bit of energy he has left in his body--and to kick the shit out of Voldemort. And when he's done with that, to fall in love with a girl who will save him from his total, complete agony. And for him to realize that when he dies and goes to heaven that he'll see his parents, and that for know he gets to have wild monkey sex with the girl of his dreams, have babies, make a crapload of money and ride off into the sunset.

And guess what? I see a pattern here. I see that we can't be satisfied with idealism, that no matter what we do when creating a fantastic story, we have to add conflict, we have to add pain and anguish and suffering...and then a story about overcoming it.

Is it any different from life?

Absolutely not.

My point is that no matter how painful life gets--and I kid you not, it can be excruiciatingly painful at times--there is no such thing as a world more beautiful than this. Period.

Why? Because we get to LEARN! Because it hurts, and it sucks, but then we come to some reality on how it really should be. We learn not to take crap from the people walking all over us. We learn to walk with confidence, we learn to love, we learn to take risks and we learn that no one can make us feel inferior without our personal consent. (Courtesy to Eleanor Roosevelt)

And, I know, it's a little more complicated than that. We don't resolve EVERYTHING in this life. Some people take a lot longer to get it than others. But I can assure you that everyone will get it eventually. Because that's the way momentum is headed.

And, my point. We always want to run away from life. But no matter what we do, or how hard we try, we can't create a world any different than the concept of ours. There's no such thing as a world more exquisitely gorgeous than ours.

And no, we may not be able to say "lumos" and create light--but every creative story has its aspects of beauty, as does ours. Just look around you. Ever seen the ice cream man come down the street in his truck, and all the kids come out of their little houses with big smiles on their faces and the little coins clenched in their teeny fists from their piggy banks? Ever watched a team pull together during the imperative minutes of a competition, how they support one-another? How when they overcome a difficult obstacle, they come together, join hands, smile and celebrate? Have you ever experienced being with someone you cared for when it was really cold, and pulled together to stay warm?

The world is so beautiful. And I'm glad I'm here. I hope you are, too.