Tuesday, November 04, 2014
Alot of times I wonder, what I can do to make the world a better place.
But the thoughts just wanders off and I ended up not doing anything feasible.
Sometimes I feel depressed about my own being. How pathetically I've become - how reclusive, selfish and insecure.
I wonder why I cry when I see people less fortunate than me. Do I cry because of my compassion? Or am I crying because I'm thankful I'm not that unfortunate? Ultimately I'm crying for myself more so on others.
What a cruel thing, to steal one's health. What a cruel world.
Why do we cause harm to each other when the world is already such a tough place to be. Shouldn't we love and help each other more? What happened to us?
I wonder if my laughter is true these days. It seems I can't tilt my feelings back. It frozen and I can't pin point why.
Something is wrong but I don't even know what. I'm not exactly sick but I'm not feeling healthy either. I'm not sad but nor am I happy.
What a crisis.
