Unretrofied.

Sometimes I look in the mirror and I realise how lucky I really am. I'm healthy, alive, and I am still capable of wearing a smile upon my face.
Some people can't look themselves in the mirror because they do not want to sense or even catch a glance of the unquestionable truth: that some people are not lucky, that some people can't evolve and move on, because they are busy trying not to die, that some people couldn't even look into a mirror even if they wanted to.

We are the wealthy ones. The chosen ones.
There has to be a loser, and a winner. It shouldn't be that way, but none of us could ever come close to changing that.
We know we are lucky. We see it on the streets. Inside our homes. On TV.
We sense it when we chew on a juicy steak, or drink a sweet milkshake.

Most people aren't strong enough to even consider a world without these things, so they get on with their lives by working in an office doing a job they don't like, ready to buy their fat, fucked up kids another donut with all the crucial money they own.

Others, such as me, like to get a glimpse of the truth, what is below. We like to touch the filth of reality with our fingertips, but we also can't even bear with the idea of jumping in and exploring the rabbit hole.

And then there's that third group. Those healthy Europeans, Americans, Canadians or Japanese that help a poor country or join a help organisation in the feeble attempt to change something. They make a miniscule difference, and they know that even they can't change the world.
They do it because it releaves a tiny portion of the massive burden of guilt all the lucky ones possess, whether they acknowledge the guilt or not.

The leaders tell you that life is a competition and that you shouldn't feel for the losers.
The inert follow the leaders.
And the free write it down, as if the written word could somehow bring everyone to reason.
I do that.

If there is a God, He created joy and bliss for a lot of us, but He forgot a big part of the world.
His heart maybe just isn't big enough for everyone.

Well...short article, but meaningful.
It's short because I don't want to sense the truth any longer.
The path down the rabbit hole is just too unbearable.