Life is too fragile for us to live with hatred in our hearts Posted at 1:10 AM 0 comments (+)
I just read something that Wenyi showed to me, and I felt terribly upset by the contents of it.

When had life gotten so worthless, it does not even deserve a little bit of basic respect and attention, care and concern from people? When had life gotten so hopeless, so helpless that an ill person could not do anything to prevent his eventual death, could not do anything to defend himself, trusted the people who knew their stuff to do their thing, but got betrayed instead?

I really feel saddened by this. Life had gotten too practical that nobody really has altruistic intentions for others at heart anymore. Strangers can't care less for strangers because it is none of their business, and simply because they have nothing to gain. There are so many reports daily about how nobody can be bothered to lend a helping hand to someone in distress. But why?

How difficult would it be to just whip out your handphone, which I'm sure people check every so often daily, and punch in 3 numbers and the dial key? But even some friends couldn't care much about their own friends. So why would anyone give two hoots to some stranger who appears to need some help?

This life is really too practical, and too selfish to the extent that it is scary.

I try to question myself, what would stop me from showing some basic acts of kindness. And I am not talking about deliberate acts, like you do it because you have to or everyone will think you're an idiot. I mean by reflex. You help someone because the first thing that springs into your mind when you see that someone is "I should do something."

Unless I have some personal grudge with that person, or else when you see someone sprawling on the floor with a knife sticking out of him, begging for you to call the ambulance, would you just stand and watch him die?! Fuck, no right. And even if I had a personal grudge with that person, I will still help. Unless I am the one who stuck the knife in him in the first place, which is unlikely because I don't hate anyone to the extent that I want to kill them.

Anyw, this got me thinking about life. There people are trying to fight death and live one more day, here I am complaining about nothing everyday, being negative about every single shit which is really just nothing, wasting my life doing nothing everyday and letting the days go on like it doesn't matter.

I knw that life is hard, as I have so often pointed out without fail. It really is. All the nasty people out there trying to catch you on doing something retarded so you'll never live it down. Nasty friends, even. All the shit we have to deal with everyday.

I've always been a negative person. I think I should change at least a bit to stop being a misery. Some people are really stupid and ridiculous and it's so hard to ignore them, but I guess I don't want to hate. It's really tiring sometimes.

I hope I'll stop being mean. Hard, I knw. But worth a try.
What a long reflection about what I read. Still, saddening.

I had great fun doing stupid shit at the mall today with person I love.
If only everyday could be like this.

Good night friends.