It Just Isn't Fair!

I have just visited two people where she has lost her second baby. The first time was a first trimester miscarriage, but this one was a stillborn baby at 32 weeks. As a couple they have lived good lives - their house payments are ahead, they both have good jobs, there is no "background," and they both come out of happy families. Why do such people struggle to have children, when there are so many kids who couldn't be bothered, who have children which are subsequently unable to deal with life through foetal alcohol syndrome, learning problems through drugs in utero, and who come into the world trying to make a go of it in an environment where they aren't particularly wanted. They are neglected but they grow like weeds?

Is there some sort of poetic beauty is such inconsistensies? Must we just say "that's life" and get on with it? Maybe a sort of fatalism is where it's at - "these things happen for a reason." None of the above are enough for me. Life is great and life is awful. Whatever, it is quite unpredictable. We need to be grateful for the good things, and there are many, but we also need to know that bad things happen too. How to make sense of it all, I don't know. Maybe weeds (of all species) have a lot to teach us!

Self-interest

I hate committees. Whenever anything needs to be done, for goodness sake, let's get an interested person and his/her friends and point them in the direction, and let them get on with it. You put a proposal to a committee, they sit on it for at least a month, then it igets presented, most people say "no", and at best you get a "let's look at it," and you either get another committee or it gets left behind, along with all the other proposals for the last 30 years. Then when the walls fall down, it's a question of "Why didn't we do something about it?" Why indeed.

We are apparently in crisis now about global warming. We have 383 whatsits per million of CO2 in the atmosphere, and if we heat up just one more degree, we are in serious trouble. The scientists are freaking about it, but you suggest anything to do something about it, and "it's too expensive. We must be responsible about it you know." So we can save R20 now, and in 5 years time we will be paying 100 times that for our air to be purified. Why do we keep trying?

Screaming Quietly

So I am going to start this blog on a negative. Right, here goes:

Why do relgious people think God is their personal secretary? And then when their instructions to him (prayers) are not obeyed the way they think they should be, they head for this whole guilt trip thing about their lack of faith? Surely it is God who calls the shots.

Why are poor people so hard to help? You try to get them started on something that will get them out of the poverty pit, but all they do is go right back to where they were before. Do they want to be poor?

Why do some people think that if you marry a disaster, love will change it? Surely we have got over that piece of nonsense.

Why do calories stick around some people's guts with love and endurance, and others get rid of an indugent holiday in two trips to the gym?

On the other hand:

Why do people in my family still love me in spite of what they have to put up with from me?

Why do so many old people handle frailty, weakness and not being needed with such dignity?

How do those grannies who have aquired a new family in their old age manage to do so well with so little money?

How do some kids who come from truly rotten families manage to be such outstanding human beings?

Perhaps I should ask God.