Day 111 "The Sky Is A Landfill"

There is no escaping the impact of our existence.

Everything used up leaves behind a fragment of its former glory in this world of

physical and emotional trash.

All I hear is a planet of people blaming everyone else for the mess that they have made. So many people trying to clean up the mess of another, with no intent on ever getting around to cleaning their own houses first.

Blame the government.

Blame your parents.

Blame your boss.

Blame your bad luck.

Blame your ex.

Blame your neighbor.

Blame your God.

Blame the existence of the stone you chose to throw at another.

A world of glass houses and blind owners.

If only we would clean up after ourselves and properly throw out the trash we have collected, in the proper place, and for the right reasons.

Running your mouth without an answer is a dirty thing to do.

Building an empire with mortar and lies will eventually topple down upon everyone.

And at the very least, make some attempt to make it look as though you are trying to clean up your own mess before you tell someone else how to clean up theirs.