Miserable Times

I looked at people as I walked about today.  I looked at their faces.  I noticed their mannerisms.  I thought about why I see so much misery.  I don't feel miserable and I don't believe in happiness.  People can be "content" I will give them that.  Moments of happiness...sure.  Sadness as well.



I looked up the definition of miserable.  I found that it strictly meant: wretchedly unhappy, uneasy, or uncomfortable.  (Dictionary.com)  

 I found that perhaps it goes deeper than being uneasy.  Aren't we all a little uneasy, at least most of the time?  What happened to America?  This is supposed to be the place of happiness!  We work.  We have a home.  We spend our time with family and friends.  Then again.  I see a world of despair.  I see a place that doesn't have a dream.  I don't see picket-fences, I see run-down apartments and broken homes.  Debt and money have tarnished our imagination--unless it is finding a way to make more of it!

America is in a depression.  The greatest of them all.  What I do like about it is the word: "uncomfortable."  Great!  Comfort breeds laziness.  This country is comfortable.  People are not miserable!  They give and take.  They relax with a pill or a puff, a drink or some snuff.  When people are uncomfortable they make a change because then they know what it truly means to be human.  To not know, but to understand what suffering really is.  I hear that pain is relative.  "You don't know what I'm going through!" you can hear one scream at another.

Think.  Think about perspective.  You can understand and you can help.  These are all "comfortable" gestures.  Have empathy, give hope.  For what?  So you can deceive rather than believe.   I suppose that is what the lot of humanity wants; and more time.  What for?  To tell others how "bad" things are.  Tell them a story, something they didn't already know.  Then again, perhaps your happiness can't be defined.