Where are all the things coming from? The bad and the good ones? And without realizing we are already in another place...
In this world there are two types of people the ones who do bad things on purpose, and the ones that don’t realize that they are doing the same thing as the other people. Because of that, I always thought that human beings were like machines, they always do what they are told to and if someone has a problem they’re immediately replaced. But somehow I can’t complain about all of that.
The world is full of maniacs that want to "improve”, “to make the world a better place”. Funny isn’t it? All their theories, all their projects are so important to this world that they’re worth killing just to obtain it. So that’s what we can considerate a better place? A world that we can live in? A world full of hatred, full of war and dead…All this time we have been fighting for the same thing: Peace, isn’t it? And for achieving that goal we need to fight, to create wars, because of nothing? Do we really need to do all of this, just to understand each other? Because peace is understanding each other.
[this isn't really a story is something more like a thought]
Lily Mead Mein