Pick some sense out of this.

Fuck you.
It's a feeling, an emotion. Not something you can trigger by looking at a picture or reading some text or crap. It's self-induced. Uncontrolable.

Time is maddening. When I consider every single second ticking off at every single fucking moment of this universe, I just think how frantic they could be. Or how peaceful, but why would anyone want something like that?

Peacefulness brings me a feeling of missing out. I'm probably missing out on something awesome in this life. Well, no. I'm missing out on a lot more shit than on awesomeness. But it doesn't take me away from this self-induced lunacy.

Sanity is insanity.
Happines is depression.
Vices are virtues.
Success is luck.
Peace is war.
Drugs are medicine.

What the fuck was all that about? I don't know, but it makes sense. Every element that makes everything up is always ever attracted to its opposite. Even though it's not directly visible, everything is intimately linked to what it completely contradicts. You can consider politics, religion, different cultures, traditions or even just music, and you will be left with the same fact.

The fact is like Pi. So difficult to discern and decipher, but so lethally exact. I mean, take Stalin and Hitler as an example. They wanted two completely different things, but achieved them using the same means.

Maybe the world was born like this. Maybe we just made it that way. Maybe you're not following me anymore.

Okay, I'll put into words you can all understand.

The world of today has a reputation of a free world among the higher tier of the population. It is true in many many ways, but the contradiction of this fact is dangerously present.
For example, in no way can you survive today without a safe job and a fucking business diploma to become a faithful employee (a boring fuckwad) working for a company that does something everyone hates. You can't live your passion. I don't care what people say. You just can't.
Living your passion is all what living is about. If you can't do that, you don't live, you just exist.
If you really want to live your passion nowadays, it's suicide.

And there it is again. That fact.

Suicide is considered imoral, insane, an action that is drained of all reason. You see, the opposite is almost as relevant, if not more. Suicide, in this world, is reasonable. Human. It's escaping the insanity (disguised as wisdom) that floods the streets and skies of the nest we live and breed in.
And we breed our children with that same state of mind.

Very soon peace and war will have completely swapped sides.

They will have swapped sides, and we will be completely oblivious to it. Just as oblivious as we are to everything that is born inside our walls. We're oblivious to everything, ever since the very first evolved people of our kind created a huge magnet called society to keep their descendants under control.

With this disturbing thought in mind, I can tell you that knowing something like that is not known or felt by visiting a poor country or seeing the pyramids or Niagara falls.

...the train of thought has disappeared. I have no idea if it made sense. Whatever, I'm doing this blog for me...but if I post this on internet, you might all see.
...you see, there it is again.

Now you just ponder about that thought when you're sitting comfortably in your warm and cosy living room, while the rest of the world is busy surviving.