People will die, So will you.

Hello again, my neglected friends.

We are at a precipices of another summer come and gone. These are my words to help decipher my riddle to the thing we call life.

The golden bear is coming back to birth after 45 days gone traveling. For those who don’t know the golden bear is the flagship of the California State University system. An instrument of good will and tuition greed. One of the kneel haulers who won’t be on it is Brad Foster (CSUM 15) Global studies. His story ends. His story of the loving wife and daughter he left behind will not continue. They will continue, but without him. That is the wow moment of life. I dare you to find someone who could say something bad about Brad Foster. It is not possible from the moment I met him to the last time I talked to him. He and four other service people passed away in an untimely mishap of life. I have had close friends fall from love to find that their past lover got killed out of carelessness and reckless driving.

Yet we prevail.

A time to say “Hey life is going to be fucked up. Welcome to it.” would have been nice to say when we collect the diploma of civil obedience. We wouldn’t listen. We are impervious to damage when the sweat pours from your skin when they check your id. Tomorrow is beautiful with all of it’s possibilities and your friends waiting there. Then you see the sun rise and set, then you see it rise and set again, and again.

The crutch and the survivability of the safety zone.

The memories you have, no matter how bright and beautiful will eventually dwindle especially when the people who you shared them are no longer there. I listened to a mountain of a man, Frank Sinatra, and his song “My Way” and as empowering as it is, there is a shadow of a doubt, of my expression of life.

Yes I can blame circumstances, and choices out of my control. I could also blame myself for the lack of fore sight and choosing a more lucrative cash option. Yet the voices fall silent, and eventually your frame of life draws silent too. Eventually the thinkers of your generation are no longer able to contribute.

What do you do then?

What is the next generation after the zoomers?

I propose the Omegas. It is dire, but also not short coming to what they need to do. The millennials were discredited from the beginning coming into financial crisis and combat in wars that never really mattered from the get go. ( Then I am reminded of the cam recorder of an unusual September 11, 2001, where the western world was attacked and in a symbolic world through the means which the western world provided) I cant think of a world where 9?11 happened just like I cant imagine a 2020 where covid rocked the world stage. A global fuck up is an isolating event more than ever. We just drown the day with pretty people dances on tik tok, thinking its bigger than us.

I am sounding preachy from my soapbox of sustenance and liberty from want of survivability. Yet, I am still here.

I could say that this is the time to act. Right now we could call our representatives and demand that the vote for the right sustainable solution. But if you read this then you are not going to be effected by climate change the most so why care?

Every person you meet on the street is a life beyond yours, regardless of the abundance or depravity there is. It is up to you to do with whatever reaction you meet upon the person you interact with.

Everyone has their own baggage, so please tell them to recycle more. In the end you will feel better, and it leaves a cleaner world to the omegas.

Dying with out a cause is human, living like you don’t got one is habitual.
Today is the day, you make your own interpretation of life. If you don’t your closest of kin will do it.

Why would you care you are already dead, so the things you thought mattered won’t.

Yet you can leave it cleaner than what you got. So why would that be bad thing.

Regardless you are going to do you.

As long as it is true, and non invasive who am I to stop you?

Love, Laugh, Live because it is not guaranteed.