No offense to Norway, Australia, and Iceland (the top three countries on this list) – I’m sure they’re wonderful places to live – but for my money there’s nowhere else I’d rather live.

But lists like this are kinda stupid and make no sense, anyways. It’s all relative. I mean, everywhere is like everywhere, there are good and bad places in each, and it all depends who you are and the social and economic strata you are born in. In the grand scheme of things, the most important thing is your bloodline. If I were born in Borneo I’d be a different person with a different heritage and a different world view.

I’m sure Donald Trump has a different view of the U.S.A. than one of those homeless people I saw living under the I-75 overpass in downtown St. Petersburg. Does that mean anything? If I’m a Christian living in the Sudan or a Muslim living in Armenia or even Norway, what does it all mean? Or does it mean anything?

I guess what I’m trying to say here is that it doesn’t matter where you live – whether you’re in the so-called “top-rated” country or in #87 or whatever – but how you live where God has put you is what counts. Me, I came into the world and the world shrugged. The same will occur when I go out. You just try to make the best of it and try not to make the world a less-desirable place while you’re here.

And that’s good enough for me.