When we first came to life we were never asked what do we want to be.. I don’t mean what we want to be in the future.. I mean what do we want to be like.. for example the color of our skin, our gander, we were never asked, we were simply thrown into a family we didn’t choose , into a country we didn’t choose with a body we didn’t choose, yet were expected to be grateful for all the stuff we didn’t choose, Then comes hardship and pain and all the ugliness in life, and still we must be grateful.. on top of all that, were told that this body this soul, doesn’t belong to us, it's not ours to begin with.. we’re not allowed to harm this body nor kill this soul, if we cant make the simple choice of life or death, then why are we living in the first place? How can someone live a life that he completely didn’t choose, what if he didn’t want to live it? How come were supposed to be grateful for this life? Some people might say “just be grateful for having sight, others cant see”, well if I was the one responsible for taking away their sight or whatever their missing then I ‘ll be grateful, its not really your problem that people doesn’t have what you have, and its not you're problem if you're missing something that other have, it’s no one’s fault, because we simply didn’t choose.. we never choose.. to me its really frustrating that I cant deicide between living or dying.. its somehow weird, that I’m living and yet I cant call it my life..
written
sat. 10th/jan/2009
6:23am
