Writing again

 I don't know why I stopped writing. Somewhere along the way between kids, moves, and work it feel by the way side. I tried to start up a few times, but it felt too personal and too painful to share my thoughts with the world. So much has happened to me, my family, the world. 

And yet, so much wants to come out I felt the need to write again. For me more than anyone else. Trying to make sense out of the irrational. Trying to make sense of the hate. I feel sometimes I am seeing the world for the first time. How did that song go? I really don't know life at all? That's how I feel today.

The last 10 years have been so strange. I've learned more about human nature then I wanted to. I wish sometimes that I was still unaware of how cruel life is. But once you see, you can not unsee. The understanding that comes with self awareness comes at the cost of ignoring all the bad things that exist.

So here I sit, the world is on fire. And the people running it are holding the torches. 20 to 30% of the world seems to be in a cult of hate. And I'm not sure how we can fix it.