Sounds of sorrows.
Seven billion people are living now on this planet, seven billion different faces, seven billion different voices, seven billion different experiences and hundred thousands different lessons learned each day.
Although, there is one thing those seven billion people learn at some point in the life, it's the one thing that no one would doubt or argue, which is that life is unfair.
Some people beat others into this realisation, but they do realise it eventually. Watching the news is enough evidence. Or just waking down the streets of your small city would do.
They stories you hear every day of a mother losing her only child, and a kid losing both his parents, of two lovers who don't end up together or of a person yearning for love they can't have.
Of dreams destroyed so often that you start to think that this is only way the world knows how to exist. Preying on its inhibitors as some kind of vengeance, as if it's reminding us to whom we owe our existence.
Maybe the world wants us to suffer, only to help us, the way a mother punishes her son or a teacher scolds her student, that no matter how cruel she might seem, she's only doing it for their benefit, and that's the only thing she has in her, or maybe because it doesn't know better than this and that's all we get.
Life is unfair, but that's how it works, otherwise we wouldn't know the importance of days, and how critical one moment can be. We wouldn't cherish ourour beloved ones, or do the right thing when it comes to our conscious. We would not see the truth as it is.
Although, there is one thing those seven billion people learn at some point in the life, it's the one thing that no one would doubt or argue, which is that life is unfair.
Some people beat others into this realisation, but they do realise it eventually. Watching the news is enough evidence. Or just waking down the streets of your small city would do.
They stories you hear every day of a mother losing her only child, and a kid losing both his parents, of two lovers who don't end up together or of a person yearning for love they can't have.
Of dreams destroyed so often that you start to think that this is only way the world knows how to exist. Preying on its inhibitors as some kind of vengeance, as if it's reminding us to whom we owe our existence.
Maybe the world wants us to suffer, only to help us, the way a mother punishes her son or a teacher scolds her student, that no matter how cruel she might seem, she's only doing it for their benefit, and that's the only thing she has in her, or maybe because it doesn't know better than this and that's all we get.
Life is unfair, but that's how it works, otherwise we wouldn't know the importance of days, and how critical one moment can be. We wouldn't cherish ourour beloved ones, or do the right thing when it comes to our conscious. We would not see the truth as it is.
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