Time counts, and keeps counting.

I was fast approaching 30. No, that isn't quite right, I was hurtling towards 30 like a man who had fallen out of an airplane. All I could see was the ground screaming towards me, and all I could think of was how I didn't get to do any of the things I wanted to do. I was typing furiously as the air rushed past me, trying with all my might to accomplish something before I hit the ground.

I finished writing my first book several months before I turned thirty. It was a roleplaying game book, using the Dungeons & Dragons and D20 licenses. Unfortunately it was doomed as the new version of the game I created it for was announced shortly after publication. Still, it is nice to see my name on the cover of something that isn't on a computer screen. I had plans for other books to link up with it, but the change in system version and (more importantly) the changes in D20 licensing kept that from happening. I still plan on writing more, just not anything else for Dungeons and Dragons.

Now I don't particularly have any friends anymore. I used to have friends, but they all got married and basically vanished off the scene. I know some people of course, but I don't have a single person that I could call up to actually do a social event. Not really. But I do have a roommate, and he has some friends. So that is a little bit better than nothing. The reason I am bringing up friends is because I had recently written a roleplaying game book, and as the author I wanted to use it in a game with actual people. Preferably somebody other than the people I usually played D&D with, as that gang was also all getting married off, and they tended to bring their babies to the game, and well, that just complicated everything.

So we started a new D&D game with myself as gamemaster, my roommate and his girlfriend, two other girls and two more boys. Things quickly got interesting from there.

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On to part two.

"Everyone deserves compassion". I heard it quite a few (?)weeks/months(?) ago, yet I find it still remains well within my thoughts. As I examine the statement, I find that it is probably one of the most intelligent (if not the most intelligent) statements I have ever heard. I shall here assume that she meant, by "Everyone", every member of the current human race. My inclination is to agree with the statement. While we consider the statement, I feel that we should also consider the term "altruistic".

Considering one situation, as selfish and as evil as a victimizer may seem, the fact remains that it is possible that the victimizer might have been the victim in the past. We each become the person we are by many events and situations that can each have a major or minor impact on us. Perhaps that person went through some things that none of us could go through without becoming worse ourselves.

Whether you agree or disagree with it, I feel quite certainly that it would be a good idea to take the time to consider the statement.

I have found, from my own experience, that even the smallest act, such as kind words, or a tender hug or touch, can make one feel quite cheered up, and/or may inspire one to commit their own act of kindness.

You never know what extraordinary good might result from providing compassion to those who might seem not to deserve it. Maybe, just maybe, the person receiving that compassion might retain just the smallest bit of benevolence within themselves, and be moved to repay, or transfer, that act of compassion...and you never know the impact that could result...