This world can be a sick place.
Everyday we hear about tragic events. From death to rape and everything in between. And we barely even think of it. We just continue living like nothing has happened.
We all do it. Even I am guilty.
Some times it seems that there is no hope for our kind.
We keep living our perfect lives that we think are so hard. Small problems like not getting what we want.
Others are struggling to live or are have already died. Maybe they have lost their family. Maybe they’ve even lost everything they’ve ever had.
We don’t want to believe what we are doing is wrong.
It’s not the world that is sick, it’s us.