Angelina's Input ...

Gotta love 'em Japs. Weird but still amusing.

Despair is not new to me. In fact, he and I are old acquaintances. When one succumbs to despair, that is like acknowledging the absence of all hope, even if it were for just one moment in time, that millisecond. In that moment, you let yourself be defeated. I should know, I have been defeated many times in my stint on Earth. I am but 24, yet sometimes I feel so weary, when I think of the path that is laid before me. The road is long and dark, and there are many crossroads, each leading to some uncharted territory which is enshrouded in the mists of the unknown. Only one thing is certain, the fact that there will be trials, hardship, betrayal, pain and loss.

Life is hard, and I'm not a disillusioned fool that believes it will be a dance on roses. Good guys don't always win, despite the messages of sugar-coated fairytale, the mass-produced bullshit that Hollywood is so keen on broadcasting to the masses. Or the government for that matter. Everyone gets screwed over. Yet I am not bitter, somewhat cynical, but no, not bitter.

I had an epiphany in Greece. Dying is easy, you just close your eyes, and embrace the oncoming the end of the journey, the eternal quiet. Living is the hard part. Yet, we create the prison on Earth ourselves. We forge our own shackles. Everyone is so caught up in their own problems, their own pain, that they do not hear the screams of the multitude who suffers alongside them.

Ok. Enough emo shit. This is me signing off....

Hail Angie