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Life could be, should be great

 Most people today are miserable. Even people you see on Instagram and other social networks looking like they own the world, in best hotels, smiling in bed over the fancy meal, looking like beautiful paintings, they are mostly if not all, miserable. It's the set up. It takes hundreds of photos to get a good one, the lovely looking meal is usually not real or not being eaten, hotel room is costly and most photos don't look that good. It's nice to believe in myth there is such ideal life, and to believe, if we are just beautiful enough, slim enough, if we could get enough money and followers, we could be happy too. But would we?

Now, the large percent of people don't have Instagram life, real or faked, we live in our tiny apartments, or larger apartments, no difference, we go to work, we sleep and eat, and life is just passing by. Some think, van life, life off the grid is the answer. It might be, or maybe not. Problem is, we are not all the same, there is no the same solution for everyone. Some may love life in van, traveling, being mobile, uncertain, maybe "free", some might just hate it. There is no universal recipe for happiness. But one thing is for sure, vast majority of people today are quite unhappy, me included. But why?

Life could be great. Life HAS TO be great! We only live once, we should appreciate every pain free day, every day we have clothes, food, friends or support, sun, air, some form of independence... isn't that all privilege? But no. I see everyday people miserable, sad, tired, no hope left, no single sparkle in eyes left, dead inside, or angry, pissed, looking for reason to hate, to point fingers... Just look at this situation now. People hate each other based on stupid vaccination status! They, media, politicians, rich people, whoever I don't give a shit, made us hate each other based on something this stupid. But there are other things too. People hate each other based on social status, looks, sexual preferences, nationality, religion, gender, political views, because they "just don't like your face", because you walk or talk weirdly, because you are different in any bloody way, there are million reasons to hate. And to love? Being beautiful, young, successful, positive and fun. But even that is not guarantee. To be loved you have to make all of them happy, to be what they want you to be, and you? Who cares how you feel!

Look around. We live in smelly, polluted cities, we rush to work, we wear masks, we wear ugly dark, sad clothes, we have long sad faces, we are bloody miserable! And what happened to this lovely, wonderful thing called nature, we are destroying so fast? Nature does not exclude civilization or cities, it can go together.




who cares about this when we can watch news and hate each other for whatever they tell us to hate. Or we can cry and feel ugly and poor over some Instagram account. Or we can be trapped in concrete inside of some town which used to be beautiful but government is turning it into sad concrete, factories and malls and money because they don't give fucking shit and they need "budget".

What happened to natural human beauty? To people being beautiful because they bloody are, inside and out, without surgeons and media telling us we need to look forever 22 and what is ugly on our natural features. Look at people, they are gorgeous, just when they are not angry, violent or trying to be perfect paintings.



We could all be happy, we have food, so much food is wasted, destroyed for various, mostly political reasons, so much useful things, clothes, furniture, also destroyed meaninglessly, so much destruction, anger, and we could have everything we need.
 


Why do you hate? Why are you angry? Why are you sad? What are we all missing?





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