Life

Hello my friends ... 

It's been a while since I've last written here, I know ... 

I can't find the right words to write, but I know I must start writing a lot from now on, if I want to survive the next few coming years. 

But how can I write, what ideas can I produce, if my inspiration faucet has run dry ? Now as I write, I am trudging through my brain to find some words to put on this page, but it seems futile to do so ... My mind is empty, a void. 

How fair is life? 

While a small percent of the planet dines in golden plates and drinks from silver goblets, half the world is starving of hunger, many dying each day in a desperate attempt to survive ... Animals skinned alive and tortured, clubbed to death, while a small percent are taken to animal spas and given bubble baths with scented oils. People being together in a relationship for routine only, not really wanting to be with each other or taking the other for granted, and yet others want to be together so badly and cannot. Children living unhappy childhoods in abusive homes, and yet most are spoiled and unappreciated of all they have. Young ones dying at the prime of their age, when their whole life is ahead of them, and others living for ages and ages, and doing nothing with their life but only eating, watching tv, complaining and sleeping. 


You get the message.


Why does this happen? I ask you this. Can anyone give me a satisfactory answer? 


They say if the filthily rich ones gave only their bank deposits, then there would be hunger no more. Celebrities buy bags, jewelry and clothes for millions of dollars, when they could have saved millions of fellow humans from death. They trade this for a few moments on the red carpet and "fame". It makes me SICK. May they realize their huge mistakes, and bear it on their shoulders. They buy huge mansions for billions ... 


Of course the direction of the world is not set only on the rich. But they play a big part in this. Since they can pull many strings and use people as their puppets. 


What is pain? How does each person feel it ? How many years can one live with pain in their chest? I think it depends on each person and their strengths ... Others live and live for years, feeling an endless pain in their chest, and yet they continue the struggle of life, and yet others feel their cannot fight anymore, and give up the battle. 


Is this life ? 


Is life a continue struggle? 


Or is life what we make it to be ? 


Can we change life, as we perceive it ?


'Yes we can', say the optimists. 


'No we can't', say the pessimists. 


'Life is life', say the realists. 


'What is life?', wonder the philosophers. 


What do people want out of life? What can life give them? Will they be satisfied and happy with what is given to them? Some say to accept what you have, others say to strive and thirst for more. 


So it's all a matter of our own thoughts and opinions, it seems. 


All I want to say is, right now life seems very unfair to me, and all these questions are swirling in my head, and yet my mind feels empty.


Yet, am I unappreciative? Should I just accept what I have now? Or strive for more, for happiness? I have a roof to live under, food to eat, a family, I am healthy (I think) ... Yes, I have great friends as well ... 


Yet I want so many more things. Some can never happen and some are unrealistic, some may happen many years into the future, some may happen only when I decide them to ... Some may come out of nowhere. 

You never know what life will bring ... 


My friends, I will let you be now with these thoughts, and I will try to relax and dream while I sleep ... I foresee tossing and turning in my hot and uncomfortable sheets, restless in my unwelcome bed, but I will attempt it anyhow. I don't have much of a choice anyway. 


Till next time my friends, I bid you farewell!