The Dying - Cataract

We mostly feel like better not thinking too much about what each day may offer

us

If there is sun outside we hate it

If it rains we feel good and when there is snow we feel cozy

In general we are forced to be part of what we never chose to be part of

We are all trapped in between relations, caught by words and stuck between

positive and negative

It’s not a matter of intelligence, social appearance or money

It’s inherited

Things that seem to be true turn out to be the biggest lies ever

Everyday I wake up I feel so much pressure on me

I often feel that daily life is a too big burden nevertheless I want to keep up

the fight

Every life was created on a storyboard

But who owns the board, who writes it?

The only thing I know is that pain leaves scars and they help me write my

storyboard in a certain way

If somebody ever tells me life is simple I kick his ass

If somebody tells me life is complex I would laugh at him

In both manners there is pain involved even tough there is a different thought

behind it

Through human evolution pain evolved to one of the most creative sources in life

The focus on destroying basic ideas of harmony and peace, causing pain,

seems to be the essence of life

I enjoy it