Seemingly profound moment of thought interrupted

I wish I had more to give her; be it space, toys, time or love. The world is not enough for this child, at least not in its current state. is that what happens when you have a child? Do you suddenly see the world for all its flaws, and you realize just how terribly unfitting it is? And not just for your child, but for all of us. Sure some of us have it better than others, in fact I am one of those fortunate few who do. But I am not satisfied with it, because I know my good fortune comes at the cost of others. That’s what being ‘on top’ is all about isn’t it? Standing on the shoulders of others, who are incidentally standing on the shoulders of others and so on and so forth.

I won’t be satisfied until hierarchy is a bad memory in the consciousness of the world. Things will never be good for everyone until elitism is no more, and the playing field is leveled.

The world is not yet good enough, not yet fit for us to live in, and it is of our own design.

The writer in me squealed with delight as I typed this oh so thoughtful platitude, then a big fat monster baby came and chewed on my hair, and pinched my shoulder and whined in my ear, and tugged at my shirt, and climbed at my lap and head butt me. and all around was not satisfied with her current lot in life.

Come to think of it, I don't think I'm behaving very much different than she is...

Still in a small fit of pissiness I opened up a new paint file and drew a crude representation of what my darling child was acting like...