It struck me today, as it has before, how negative much of what I write is. I go on at length about silly or ignorant things people do, without saying much about the good. Indeed, there are those who call me a pessimist. Well, I may be a pessimist. Whether that is good or bad is debatable. But either way, the reason I complain so much is simply because I feel like it's what needs to be mentioned. The good stuff, on the other hand, doesn't really need to be pointed out. We know there are a lot of great things in this world. People talk about the fullness or richness of life. Most people try to look on the bright side of life. And so they find plenty to be happy and feel good about. This is nice, but it leaves a lopsided view. Why would I write about things which are happy or good? Today was a beautiful sunny day. I spent some time outside in the sun and fresh air. It was great. But why should I fill up my writings with this? You have beautiful sunny days of your own to enjoy. I don't need to tell you about mine. Or anyone else's. We all know about nice things, and usually think about them a lot. I use my writing to talk about things which disturb me. Things which I think or know are wrong, and need to be mentioned, lest anyone else not notice or think about them. A reflection on mindsets which I feel should be avoided. Safety rules don't tell you what to do. They tell you what not to do: Don't play with fire, don't drink bathroom cleaner, don't drive too fast. The law doesn't tell you what to do; There are way too many things in this life to do. Nobody could list every action humanly possible. Rather, the law lists things not to do. Don't shoot people. Don't steal stuff. Don't drive too fast. When I have something to say, I feel like I should say it. I feel like I should feel strongly about things which are important. I feel that complaining is better than indifference. Indifference or apathy is a serious problem among us today. Many people think that they can use it as a guiding principle of life: Don't feel anything, don't care about anything, just exist. It may be "safe", but it's hardly worth it. That kind of life is empty. Little wonder, then, that so many of the people who use that as a lifestyle have committed suicide. At some point, they suddenly realize the futility of their own lives, and end it all. Apathy is not the way to go. Many people talk about how they are desperately looking for a meaning to life, a reason to live. Meanwhile, they have made apathy a lifestyle choice, distancing themselves from everyone and everything, apparently not realizing that by doing this, they rob themselves of the very "meaning of life" they are searching for. Little wonder that they have looked so hard, and still found nothing! It's not for me. I choose earnestness. Feeling. It is life.