I once held the belief that people are pretty much the same no matter where you go – that we all pretty much just want the same things out of life; the simple things: like enjoying a nice dinner out with friends, going to the park with with your son or daughter and throwing the ball around, or kicking it, if that’s your thing. Pretty much just laughing and enjoying the passing of time. But, I’m not so sure of that anymore… I don’t know what brings a person to the point in life where you say, “ok I’ll strap this bomb to myself and then detonate it killing hundreds of innocent people.” I don’t get this at all… and how does this help whatever cause you think you are furthering… it’s just sad.
Perhaps things would be better if more people listened to Willie Nelson…