Protect Life.

This post needs a soundtrack, so head to spotify or youtube and find Eric Serra's "Protect Life."

I was sitting here, listening to this track while reading the news. Thatcher is dead, a photographer who changed American press by forcing through a picture of dead soldiers passed away, a man in Toronto was raped by four women, America is prepared to meet whatever North Korea throws against them or their allies...

I have recently watched all 11 seasons of M*A*S*H and the images of death and horror is all too vivid in my imagination nowadays. It is hard not to be afraid.

But I have a girlfriend I care about, friends who's there for me, family that supports me. That I, so privileged it is embarrassing, should sit in the dark and weep by myself feels somewhat hollow. What right do I have to be unhappy?

The world is a messed up place...