Don’t have enough to worry about? Read this. Or this. Whatever happens, it’s gonna be bad. Maybe as bad as we imagine; probably, given the human capacity to think in extremes, not. But the First Noble Truth will inevitably obtain, brothers and sisters: Life is suffering. It’s unsatisfactory. Something is out of whack. Buy a Prius if you think you should; by all means, turn down your thermostat and inflate your tires to the manufacturer’s suggested psi. Probably do a little good.
Of course, there’s this.
And Yellowstone? We can pour concrete all over it; eventually it’s gonna blow. When, not if.
You ain’t changin’ the basics. Bad things will happen. Good things? Sometimes they’ll cancel out the bad stuff; often, if you can even do the math, they won’t.
So, what to do. Sink into the slough of despond? Make a lot of money real fast? Join the Rosicrucians? Get a dog? Another dog?
I hope you don’t think this is the blog with the answer. That’s that other blog.