I always wonder what life would've been like if if people had fully the right to exist, to dance, to sing, to run, and to see. I can be dancing a lot because I have two maneuvering legs, compose hymns and songs since I got a mouth and a voice, jump and climb mountains for that I’m not handicapped, visualize my mother’s face, get a pet and recognize its color.
I believe a happy man is he who is greedy, holding no compassion, and what is mostly impacting him is what he got even though he doesn’t warrant it. Only by greed and esteem for the self men can destroy buildings to rebuild theirs. It’s quite impossible to find a house living just fine without hearing their neighbors screaming for bread.
I do not hate life, still, I disgust people. They indeed are horrendous and outrageous. Ever breathing-person judges that the realm is his and that’s it. None but him is meant to live for a decade, others perishing young and green like is the fresh grass is usual and they never seem to care or to reconsider their understandings regarding nature’s standards or go seek new visions with which one can eventually justify injustice.
Nevertheless, nobody focuses his attention on what’s improper. They all reckon others’ disasters are a godsend—and that is a hoax! Deity has always been used to trick epochs of populations and communities, it is also the parody of those who are wealthy and healthy against the plagued societies. That’s the last donation they bestow.
Why do I write about desperation and my heart is beheld shut and darkened? Well, I suppose pessimism has two angles; for the categories who knew the flavor of well-being, it is perhaps seen as ‘ unexplained hatred towards what is therein serene and elegant. For us, we, the low, the indigent, the unlucky, and the miserable, it is our day-to-day experiments.
— M.
