Sometimes writing this blog feels like mental masturbation.
You know what I mean. I study hard, I write the best, most persuasive antiwar articles I can—and yet the wars continue. When you get down to it, nothing I say, nothing you say, seems to make any difference.
Mental masturbation, I tell you—mental masturbation!
Not that I plan on stopping.
First of all, I’ve always been a big fan of masturbation—mental and otherwise.
Secondly, who the hell knows, maybe we can actually make a difference. Little by little, one seed planted here, another one there.
I’m not sure where it comes from, but I’ve always been somewhat of an optimist. Perhaps this is just what Ernest Becker would call my “denial of death.” By forcing myself to believe that change is possible, that the future will be better than the past, I’m able to go on living, to endure what I fear is an ultimately purposeless and meaningless existence.
Whatever the case, I can’t help but hope.
I can’t help but believe that, by writing this blog, by reading your blogs, by educating myself, by living the best life I know how, I’m helping to make this world a better place. And even if I’m not, at least I know that I’m trying.
And with that I’d like to end this rambling little inspirational speech.
Good night, and good luck.
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