“They say if you scratch a cynic, you’ll find a disappointed idealist. And I would admit that somewhere underneath all this there’s a little flicker of a flame of idealism that would love to see it all — whoosh! — change. But it can’t happen that way.”
— Comedian George Carlin
I want to give up on this world. I want to give up on the human race. I go back and forth between rage and numbness about what I see from my fellow human beings.
I’m angry at the willful ignorance and delusion. I’m angry at the rampant dishonesty. I’m numb that people allow themselves to believe hateful idiocy — and I know there’s nothing I can do about it. So I swing wildly between two competing parts of my mind.
One part of me still clings to the belief that life can be beautiful. That love is real. That truth matters. That something sacred still flickers in this broken world. This part of me sees the way things ought to be and aches for those things. It dreams of deep, soul-level connection. Of a home where peace lives. Of a life anchored in what’s true and good and lasting.
But there’s another part of me that rolls its eyes and scoffs. That part has been hurt more times than I care to count. It remembers the idiocy, the lies and the self-deception of the masses who have given in to blindly following their passions and hatreds. That part of me sees a world that often mocks what’s pure and rewards what’s evil. And that part of my mind whispers to me, “You’re a fool if you keep believing!”
These two parts of me wrestle every day. The idealist still believes in love. The cynic keeps pointing to the scars and the new wounds.

I’m the common denominator for all of my dysfunctional romances
Why do American Christians impose their own political beliefs on God?
This is my private confessional; the truths I write often scare me
Am I betraying the truth if I don’t preach to the converted each day?
After long but necessary detours, the beginning finally nears for me
If you made an error yesterday, it’s ‘foolish consistency’ to stick with it
For most men, ‘I’m a nice guy,’ means, ‘I’ll always be a loser’
Advocating peace requires more than hating those who start wars