Train-riding...

On the train. This time, I'm writing for myself. I know what I wish to accomplish during my life, but they are so many disparate things, some easier, some harder that it seems obvious that I can't achieve them all.


I fear that I have turned to many areas of interest too late to be of use. The complexity of the subjects of which I desire mastery is vast, and specialization renders many matters out of the reach of laymen like myself.

But still, I hope. For I can't imagine living without it. Complacency must be avoided, probably forever, but certainly until I see the world as it should be. I hope we live up to our potential, that we evolve. For we could just as easily de-evolve or become extinct.

I will for certain be extinct sooner than later, since my life is probably half lived. While I feel that I have been mostly good and mostly kind, I must admit that I have been selfish and greedy.

As the barriers of communication have evolved, our ever growing population dilutes the voices. We are at once so close and so far from each other, as are our thoughts. Yet we share so much despite our great individuality. It is because we are the same species, and we know intuitively and instinctively that we are nothing without each other.

The future of our species is in our hands. Scary thought, no? Who is at the wheel? Where are we headed? So many disparate lives all entwined winding through time pulling in each and every direction. This is our future and it is ripe for exploitation, abuse, hatred and so many other evil aspects of our nature that could easily lead to our demise.

What can I do? I wish to do much. But how likely is that really?