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waxing lyrical @ blogspot v1 - introspection.
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Tuesday, June 17, 2003What's wrong with me?I'm blessed with a family (not exactly loving but not abusive either), friends whom love me despite the nut I am (putting up with the horrendous shit that I give them everytime), freedom to do pretty much all the things I want to and the opportunity to be educated. I've my own bedroom, a decent monthly allowance and if I need more, I'm always welcome to ask for it (within reasonable limits of course). I've never known how it feels to be starving, without a shelter over my head and war in my homeland or had to fret about not having sufficient food or water, the basic necessities of life. I've never had to worry about being persecuted for my own beliefs or my family's, nor did I have to fear on a daily basis, the loss of the lives of my loved ones. I've never ever had to work for anything I have now, with life being handed on a silver platter to me in short. I should be happy. Contented. Satisfied. But I'm not. There's a whole generation of people like me out there, who've led a pretty fortunate life by most standards, yet somehow unhappy. Lamenting, complaining, whining. Griping about how imperfect life is, how much better it can be. Do we have to lose all we have now before we realise how lucky we are? When there was so much reason before to be happy, which we didn't appreciate, and now it's too late. I don't want to be that way. God, please don't let me be that way. 02:18 |
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