Good vs EVIL

The good Samaritan who helped dig my car out of the snow bank on the random front yard I flew into last Friday reminded me of the good that prevails in the world. I was very appreciative of his willingness to help but the glimmer of hope is still so dim that it's difficult to shake my pessimistic thoughts...

...which brings me to childbearing. As a [somewhat] normal teenager, I gabbed with other girls about what our families would be like. Our husbands would look like Ken, we would have a girl, a boy, and a dog, our houses would have a nice porch with a swing bench [and perhaps even the picturesque yet over-rated white picket fence], and live happily ever after. Times have changed and so have I. For one, I don't want my husband to look like a plastic ditz. The white picket fence probably needs a new coat of paint every spring and I'd be too lazy to keep it from rotting. Hopefully, my dog Stormy will still be alive [she'll be 20 or so] but I'm not so sure about the kids anymore.

Kids, in general, are great. The question is whether this world is good enough for my children. It will undoubtedly be a decision between my future-husband and I, but as it stands, I remain skeptical. I like my life and would love for my kids to have the same experiences I've so fortunately enjoyed. However, I get the feeling that the world is crumbling and deteriorating by the second. Funny enough, it's not the crime or the hate that scares me. It's the politics. Invading countries for oil, destroying the environment, and making "democratic" decisions based on carefully planned political moves to hoard support make me sick. The fact that the immense greed and selfishness of a small group of people proves to be powerful enough to change the course of the world brings me to my knees. It may not be something that may directly influence my children but when covetousness rears its ugly head, all bets are off.

It's too early to make any sort of decision and the world may not be as bad as my outlook makes it out to be. This siutation is simply worrisome enough to have it occupy my mind for years. Who will take charge and mke this world a better place [I would if I weren't so damn lazy]? I suppose it could be my daugher, the future Nobel Peace Prize winner.