"The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death."

I don't know who said the above quote, but I've always thought it was an interesting one. What I do know is simply the fact that sometimes, life disgusts me. This morning at around 3, an hour after I went to bed, four teenagers were killed in a car accident. They were apparently speeding, on a road that I take to school everyday, and the sharp turn proved too much for their speed, causing them to flip off of the embankment into the canal. The car was upside down in the water, and nobody was able to get out.

Needles to say, it's a very sad day in Tracy, California. All four of the teenagers were from high schools around Tracy, some on their way to college. I hate days like this. It's extremely depressing, and it just doesn't make it any better that people comment on it, even though they mean well. I just don't like dwelling on unnecessary sadness like that. And by unnecessary, I mean that the deaths could have been avoided. There's nothing that gets me more on edge than someone losing their life for a stupid, completely avoidable reason.

Well, it looks like I'm making myself dwell on it. Let's hope the rest of the week is better than today, eh?

Rest in peace, Carol Phan, and the others involved in the accident. You will be sorely missed and lovingly remembered. May God lead you and your families to rest and ease.

The Art of Human Violence

If that isn't already a title of a book, I swear I'm going to write that one day. I'm sitting here at my laptop in my room at 11:30 in the evening listening to some of the most relaxing music I've ever heard, and yet my heart is beating against my chest like a million amplifiers. I'm sitting here trying to make reason out of the very real act of violence and hatred.

I come home today from a very full, very fun afternoon and evening with some of my closest friends to hear that one of them is in a very dangerous situation tonight. He is currently holed up in his room, begging support from fellow friends, praying to a God that he may or may not believe in, and overlooking a small cache of dismantled weapons for fear of what might happen to his family. A certain person at his house has fallen slave to the demon drink, and has caused a sort of dangerous situation at his home. The sad part is: My good friend can't and won't leave the house.

What is going on through that man's mind right now, hmm? What evil possession is taking over this man's consciousness to do such a thing? I mean, that is the only explanation I can see; that this man must be possessed. What person would voluntarily do this to his own blood? I don't know. It makes me angry to think about it too, because this kid is such a nice person and has had to go through a lot. He doesn't deserve this; nobody deserves this. Yet it happens all the time. Why though? When Adam & Eve ate the apple, was that really my friend's fault? Is his punishment being locked in a room with several weapons praying that his drunken family member won't try and attack him next?

It scares me. I'm scared for him, and there's nothing I can do about it. My friend has asked me to pray for him and that's exactly what I'm going to do, because that's the only thing I can do. What a world we live in, huh? Praying to live long enough to see the light break the darkness of the previous day. It seems a bit unfair to me but, then again, when was life ever fair?