We are creatures of waste without consideration. We show no regard for things that don't hold a value for us, and once we use something it no longer matters. When did we become so selfish? How did we get to such a low point, that we forget to care? If there was a word that defined our world at the moment, it would be "inconsiderate." The next time your about to disregard something, and I mean anything, a piece of old clothing you're about to throw away instead of donating to someone who needs it or maybe a crying woman on the street, take an extra moment to do something for someone besides yourself. We are here to take care of each other. I believe our higher purpose in life is to reach a point where we don't love anyone more than ourselves and don't love ourselves anymore than anyone else. It's homeostasis of the soul.
