I've been very disturbed after watching this man on T.V. last night.. He says he killed his three kids in front of each other, with a sword, just to "let people know".. Let people know what? I don't know..
I hate watching these stuff, but I don't know how I came in front of the T.V. at that exact moment.. I didn't have a good sleep & I spent a long time thinking only one thing: "Do I belong here?"
It's very frustrating for me looking around.. It's very scary everywhere.. What is my role in the middle of this jungle? Can I actually fight this inhumane world? Is it my world anyway? Is it?
I never realised this was going on around me.. I thought it was way prettier than it sadly is.. Yeah, I do look through the glass, but maybe I involuntarily looked at the flowery side of it.. Or maybe I was taught to look only at the flowery side of it.. I get so ill knowing; so can I carry on not knowing please? Can I keep my circle this small & change as much as I can in it, with my heart full of light? If I don't, My heart will get sick.. Real sick, & no cure shall be found! I know me..
"We're an oyster cracker on the stew,
And the honey in the tea,
We're the sugar cubes, one lump or two,
In the black coffee,
The golden crust on an apple pie,
That shines in the sun at noon,
We're a wheel of cheese high in the sky,
But we're gonna be sinkin' soon.
In a boat that's built of sticks and hay,
We drifted from the shore,
With a captain who's too proud to say,
That he dropped the oar,
Now a tiny hole has sprung a leak,
In this cheap pontoon,
Now the hull has started growing weak,
And we're gonna be sinkin' soon."
~ Norah Jones ~
On a lighter-funnier-yet-sad note, read this.. Mama 7aki: You're hilarious :) May 7aki Peanut come out safe & sound & make this world a better one, amen :)