Real Problems

Today's problems are yesterday's news. And yet again all of them are still here. Never leaving. Always present. It starts with A, it goes to B, then C follows, and on and on and on. A never ending story. What we do is try to hide them, put them away and try to forget them. But from time to time they come back, they strike, and they remind us that they are still here. Now what? We fight and we struggle, but half way through we give up. The problem with that is that there's no way back. No return point. So what's left? The so called "reality". But is this reality? How long would it take till you realise? You're fighting the wrong fights. You're not solving any problems but just hunt a thought in your head. You fail to see what's really there. You're chasing the wrong paths. Open your eyes and see what is right in front of you. The real problem is yourself. Once you've learned how to live with "you", everything else should be a walk in the park. Problems come and go every day. But you are always there. Accept yourself as you are and see the difference. You are the one variable that never changes.

Racism?

I'm caught off guard. I actually can't believe the level of racism, implanted in young people. No matter what you say, still under their own experiences they should know better. Instead they hold a certain amount of hatred against people of other nationalities. Having to go through the experience of listening the way they talk is something unbearable. Who is responsible for this and why? Why so much hate? All this way of thinking, what good does it make? We failed again. A new generation reaching legal age with so much hate on its back. Well done world. Another step backwards. Congratulations.

Counting People...

I live among people. And yet again i'm invisible as ever. I live among people. And yet again all i see is statues. I live among people. Do i really live among people? I try to count them all, but half way through i loose the count. Why am i counting them? What's the point? No matter how many i count i'm still here alone. Nothing changed, nothing will. At the end of every count there's only one result. 1 person standing. Me. I made the wrong choices every single time. I took all the wrong turns. But for what reason? What was i thinking? I know it's all my mistake but is it wrong to wanna try for something better? Is it wrong to wanna do more? Is it wrong? I played and i lost. I turn around and there's nothing. While i was playing, behind me everything was disappearing. I guess the joke's on me. I have nothing more to bet. All the hopes and dreams left from the back door. I looked away and everything escaped. I was left behind with this. "Live your life where you are, i don't want to hold you back". How the fuck am i supposed to live my life now? You left me with none to live with! You're telling me to live with something that isn't there! Don't patronize me like this. At-list give me the finger and send me to hell. I'm sorry, you already did. So i guess now i must move on? And what should i tell to myself? What was my part all those years? Was i the bad guy to the story? Was i the huge irresponsible senseless selfish dick who cares for no one? What was my part? What was it? What is my part now? Oh sorry, i'm not in the cast anymore. I guess that's what i am now. An unemployed actor with no future. I know some people who would laugh their asses off if they knew about this. But who cares? Am just an actor. Unemployed. Counting people. Result. 1.