Just...thoughts

The truly hopeless people are not those who have stopped looking to the future, but those who look to the future and see the futility of this life. I look at the world around me, at the bankers on Wall Street, at the homeless man on the corner near my house, at the ants relentlessly trying to build a castle of sand and I see that our existence here is no more meaningful than the bugs that crawl beneath us. Like the ants, we are constantly trying to build something, to leave something behind, to give our short time on this out of control ball of dirt some meaning but in truth, no one really matters. All of our work will be stomped out, crushed under the figurative foot of time. So why do I keep going? Why do I get up every morning, and continue on with this futile effort of life? I do not know except to venture that this miserable, dirty, ugly place has one redeeming quality. As corny as it sounds, love is what makes me throw the covers off and welcome a new day. Love is what makes me smile in the face of life. Love connects me to my friends and family; it helps me see that I am part of something bigger than myself. I am part of a species. I am part of the human race. As long as we are here, together, we might as well make sure that everyone has love. You see, the truly hopeless people are the ones who look towards the future and see a world without it. 

Memories

I remember laughing too loudly
along with everyone else
I remember the warmth
spreading through my limbs
I remember being happy
not because of the beer
not because of the sunshine
I remember being happy
because I was surrounded
by the people I love most
my family
The pleasant cloudy feeling
had nothing to do with alcohol
It's surprising how utterly intoxicating happiness is