Oh the Humanity

After spending time in places like Honolulu, San Francisco, Miami, San Diego, and the like, I wonder why people even bother living in places like Chicago or New York (or even my beloved home country, Canada).

I’m strictly speaking about weather here, but then again, there’s no place that’s perfect. If it’s not freezing winters and blizzards, you’re dealing with hurricanes, earthquakes, volcanos, mudslides, wild fires, tornados, dust storms, and more.

So my question is: where is the most consistent warm and cool (but not hot or cold) weathered location with the least possibility of disaster?

Is there such a place? I’m thinking there is probably is none. It’s kind of like a bargain where you choose your “favorite” natural obstacles, but then again, it also only proves how prevailing our human species is.

It is not to say, at all, that natural disasters are not painful and are not devastating, but that we just keep on popping out babies (we passed the 7 billion mark!) to “make up” for it. If there’s shit going down in one place, another place is naturally peaceful enough to pick it up, either independently or in assistance.

I guess what I’m trying to figure out is why there is such a “nice” cycle to it all? And why there is no place on earth that is perfect for all of humanity to exist and that we remain spread out throughout all kinds of terrains and environments, still surviving better than before (as a whole).

Even more so, we fuck ourselves a lot – you know what I’m talking about – and maybe (or maybe not, depending on your views) we’re destroying this “perfect’ home of our’s, but I have confidence – neither positive nor negative – that we will find a way out.

And if not, well, selfishly-speaking, I think I’ll be long dead before then.