No Lives Matter

I don't know about the rest of y'all, but I am just sick and tired of hearing about the black lives that matter.  The basic, horrible truth is that few lives matter.  The vast majority of us won't be remembered past the third generation, simply because our kids, grandkids, and great grandkids might know us, but past that, very few people are remembered from century to century.

Sure, some people lived good, honest hardworking lives and are a credit to their time on earth.  The vast majority of us simply want to live our lives in peace, raise our kids, and worship our God.  The vast majority of us try to live good lives.  But, the simple fact is that nature doesn't care a whit about us.  Nature starts trying to kill us from the moment that we're born.

Yes, I love my family deeply and I care for my co-workers and generally want everyone to live in peace and prosperity.  That may be a defense mechanism about the horrible randomness of who lives a long life and who dies an early death.

So, I'm torn, you see.  Which is why I became a cop, so long ago.  I wanted to deny the opportunity of bad people to affect the lives of good people.  However I recognize the brutal truth that many people won't mourn me when I'm gone, and in the huge, vast universe, my life will not have mattered to people who live 200 years beyond me.

As Robert Duvall said in the movie Broken Trail, "From the sweet grass to the slaughterhouse, we live between two eternities."