The insanity of humanity faces all of us at some point. Some of us are lucky enough, or blessed enough to have friends who will help us through it no matter how often that point occurs. Still, it makes me wonder why this insanity exists. Surely the world would be a better place without senseless violence and mental disease. Why do we not have the power to cure it? Why can't we be in charge of our own lives and not prey to the disorders of others? Why is it that the worst situations are those that are forced upon us by the actions of those who purport to love us? And what does this do to our sense of identity and self-worth?

Would it not be easier to all those involved to speak kindly, to give freely, to love completely without the strings, and anger and bitterness that those positive emotions seem to invoke? The counter productiveness of love is becoming ever clearer to me.