Thoughts on death..

Today, in this world, it seems a person's worth is only evaluated and portrayed after he or she dies. In a matter of minutes, I can read about the life of a 24 year old solider from Indiana, who was killed in Iraq. It seems as though reflecting upon a person's life after he has died, is nothing but a mere blink through his history, path in life, and memories. A man who had lived 86 long years, will only have a few people to tell his stories, to which they don't know 40 years of that life... Fourty years that will be forgotten.

I don't even know how to put this into words anymore, or what else to think about this. If I was to die today, I would have my friends and family to tell my story. But how many of them would choose to cry over me, instead of celebrate over me? Do we live life just to cry at funerals when our loved ones leave us? Strip away emotions, feelings, connections, everything that makes us soulful human beings. We are merely muscle, fat, blood, and organs. Our story will be told to all, when our bodies decide to turn off. Or perhaps the story of our once great life will be forgotten.

When a tree dies, it falls, and the earth covers it and brings it back to its beginnings. With such natural signs of death and rebirth, I have to keep asking questions about our own mortality and what we are so afraid of. Are we afraid to see what's next? Or are we afraid of taking that last breath? Are we afraid of that last thought? Or are we excited every day to be one step closer to our final destination.

As I pick up and leave for another place, I can't help but to curiously answer these questions. This step in my life, how insignificant it is to anyone else, will matter the most to me, and it is a step that I hope will be told when my days end. Every day, and every step I take, will hopefully be remembered in the footsteps of time. I'm not here for the sake of human kind.. I'm here to appreciate the nature I was born into, and will eventually be given back to.. This world will remember Kevin Fitzpatrick.. I guarantee it.

Quiet protestor

So this week has fueled some anger in me, as you might or might not have read. A couple F-bombs were flown, for good reason, but if you were verbally attacked indirectly by me, then I apologize to you.. I've just had enough of all this world.. Every day in the daily news it seems like we're trying to one-up the amount of disguisting horror stories that we print in our papers, televisions, radios, or what have you's... It's flat-out getting to me..

Am I doing anything to support my claims of a horrible government, am I creating action? Well, perhaps in words, but physically, I can do nothing but do what I was created to do. I am certainly not a protestor.. I believe protestors are shouting into 100mph winds in which no one is listening. I just don't believe in physical protest.. millions of others do, that's awesome for them. If that's how they fight their cause, then by all means, fight the cause. The government isn't listening.. that's the bad part. Especially when protests turn violent.. then who's really listening? That person next to you in jail, while you're sitting around wondering if your voice really got heard?

I'm going in the backdoor, I'm quietly putting my stamp on what I believe are good causes, and I'm creating my art as a protest to all the disguisting shit I see in the news everyday. I want to create books of nothing but awesome art that will inspire people to think creatively, to think and act positively.. I'm only 24, so hopefully by the time I die, I will have reached millions of people. That's my form of protest. Let the others fight the front lines, and see where they get. I'm going to slip in the system some how and change things from the inside out.. (no, i am not a computer hacker)

I'm guessing if President Bush were my uncle, I probably wouldn't hate him, I might not like him, but I wouldn't hate him. I don't hate him.. Hate is a strong word, it's the exact same word that is causing terror threats all over the world, it's the same word that flew two planes into the World Trade Center towers. I just dislike his motives and his actions. He is NOT! a humanitarian.. He is a business man, with business motives, business plans, business mergers, and a helluva business agenda. If the CIA wants to come to my house, or snoop through my files because I'm writing all this, well then that's just ridiculous. They have bigger things to worry about, other than some 24 year old who just wants to live in peace and create art the rest of his life.

Peace, when's the last time you actually saw that word in action? If you've seen it recently, then someone, somewhere is quietly protesting.

Crooked Bush

For everyone involved who either A. voted for Bush and his campaign, or B. support the twisted shit they come up with.. Then I say to you, Fuck you! Everything is more expensive now, our rich are getting richer, the poor are being phased out, and the middle class is left to fend for itself. Hooray for high gas prices, hooray for lost jobs, hooray for big business.. Fuck you and the horse you rode in on. I can't wait until everyone gets sick of this shit and overthrows this government. Who in the hell is running our country anyway? A bunch of old farts who are just doing business, instead of looking out for the interests of its citizens. Instead of answering the question, how can we make the quality of living in America better, the government keeps asking, how can America get richer, how can America get more oil, how can America get more foreign goods? We're screwing ourselves in the ass, straight into the ground. We'll all be screwed sooner or later.

For the people in our government who actually want to make a stand, and go against Bush and his campaign of "Big Business means Big Profits".. then please, by all means.. Fight that war. Get our troops out of other people's business. Make America self sufficient, create our own cleaner-burning gas, our own clothes, our own cars.. whatever, just please turn this country back to what it used to stand for. But please, start first with getting rid of Bush. Get rid of Bush, get rid of Bush, get rid of Bush. Get him out of the most influential position in mankind.. Get him out of our offices, get him out of our homes, and off our televisions, just get him out.

He has created such an intensely negative reputation for the citizens of America, and the nation as a whole. We are looked down upon because of this man, we are hated because of this man... THE WORLD DOES NOT LIKE AMERICA BECAUSE OF OUR PRESIDENT!!! AAAAHHH!! I can't believe we voted him in for another four years in the office. So it's pretty much our own damn fault. But then again, who did we have against him, nothing short of a laughing stock.

Where is our American Hero to save us from the graves we are all being forced to dig, and eventually die in? Where is the force of change going to come from?!

Completely identical

"I'm fed up and I need to go, out of existence, or just down below.. forever"

There seems to be nothing to write about at the moment, so I'll write about writing nothing. Would I be right to say that I would write about nothing. No, in fact I would be wrong.

Isn't it funny when two words spelled completely different can sound so similar? Like food and dog, those don't sound anything alike, but if I were to say..

Well, it seems I can't think of anymore words like write and right.. What other words do this? Chalk.. no. Garbage.. no. Catapult.. no.