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In 2009...Who Cares?

As we wade through all the debris and all the filth of the new year..reflect. As we try to scour clean the many lies, broken promises and half-truths that shall pervade our essence in the coming days and weeks..think.

Who cares?

No one. Really. Seriously. No one.

You are not special. Get over it.

But J.R., I am who I am. So?

You are nothing. Yes, you are..are nothing. The world spun a course through galaxies before you stole oxygen from trees. The tributaries of the Euphrates and Tigris joined hands before your soul twinkled under moonlight.

But I am who I am....

Yes and I am who I am...

No one cares if you author a whole generation of New Year's resolutions. No one cares how you intend to "change your life" this year.

You do the same charade every year. The world has seen this show before.

Who cares if you "erase" some friends...You might be too late..they may have already removed you from their existence. And who are you that you think these "ex-friends" even care? Silly humans....

Who cares if you plan to make a million dollars or get a relationship or dedicate your temple to the gym? No one. No one cares when black souls are lost senselessly in urbans jungle...

No one cares that some children eat from garbage cans. No one cares that innocent men sit alone in metal cells, contemplating life.

No one cares about life. No one even heeds death.

So why do we care that you intend to change in the New Year???

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