Greed

I astonish myself with my own greed. Today at the SeaTac airport I got a meal voucher because of a delayed flight. I wasn't hungry at all, and it occured to me that maybe I should seek out some more needy soul to give it to (like, maybe a stranded parent with children). But did I do it? No! I went to a restaurant I didn't like and bought a sandwhich I didn't want, all because I couldn't stand the thought of forgoing free food. Why are we such gluttans? Why can't we be content with flat, satisfied stomachs? Why must we greedily cash in on every opportunity for "more"?

I feel sick now. Overstuffed.

I have lots to write, its true. I flatter myself that some of you are waiting breathlessly for my reflections on the Dalai Lama, but more likely I am the one who most enjoys my monologues. Oh, God bless us pitiful creatures. As soon as I find a few moments to breathe I will write a full update on the recent happenings of my life. Too much to do.

I came across a quote last night that I really, really liked. Its attributed to Mother Teresa, but it doesn't sound like her voice to me (I should know. Right.) Here it is:

"We the unwilling, led by the unknown, have been doing the impossible for the ungrateful. We have done so much for so long with so little, that we are now qualified to do anything with nothing."