you know, the world really isn’t a good place to live. this isn’t me feeling sorry for myself. this is me feeling sorry for everyone. what does anyone want to accomplish with anything? who is ever really happy? i can’t think of anyone who is happy on every level. i’m happy on some, but definitely not all. the occupy wall street people, what are they trying to accomplish? let’s think. once/if they accomplish what they want, will they be happy? no. the 1% isn’t happy. they’re just feeding their gaping holes with money and greed. it’s not real, and it doesn’t fucking matter. and the people occupying, or whatever, they’re still a hell of a lot better off. the fact that they CAN take off work, or take off school. first of all, there are people who don’t have jobs or go to school, because they can’t afford it, or there aren’t schools or fucking anything where they live. plus, there are people who cannot take off work to go protest. people who will STARVE if they miss a pay check. there are too many things wrong with the world to even start. let’s say i dedicate my life to helping starving people. i won’t make a difference. i can try, and i probably will, but i will make little to no dent on the problem, which will keep increasing long after i’m turned to dust.
honestly, everything is bullshit. the world just isn’t good for anyone. civilization as a whole is just a huge mess. people worrying about jobs, about getting ahead, about their education, all of it. it’s pointless. what good does it do. nobody is happy, that’s all i keep thinking.
let’s see someone famous, like a musician. musicians are famous because they’re unhappy and they put that into words. and if they’re a “happy song”-writer or something, then theyre greedy because they have enough money to DO what they love, when so many other people don’t. the money they spend on 10 or 20 guitars, tour buses, etc., could be used for such better things it’s not even funny.
someone normal. even if you have a totally average life, everyone has little (relatively) things that make them unhappy. i’d say i’m normal, and if this tumblr is any indication, i’m not overall happy. in a sense, everyone has a dad who ruined their childhood, a guy or guys who ruined their adolescence, and a variety of other factors that fuck everything up. and that’s an average person. when you’re happy, you’re happy. but you’re ignoring the big things, then. you’re ignoring millions of reasons not to be unhappy.
honestly, everything is just a huge pointless joke, and there’s not a thing anyone can do about it. even if one huge problem does get solved, there are thousands of others. i don’t know what anyone is supposed to do, how anyone is supposed to live their lives.
