So Much Hope Buried Underneath Tragedy

We [i generalise] tend to find so much comfort in our own 'misery.' Perhaps too many people are resorting to their own discomfort in order to find comfort with themselves. Almost to say we wallow in our own sadness for the sole purpose of self-consolation? What could be more rewarding. Is this why the majority of people seem to be walking through a cloud of gloom? For the reward of self-pity and consolation? Perhaps its all just to feel emotion, after all emotion makes us feel alive, no matter what end of the spectrum it happens to be. 

This is Where We Are

   Time is definitely a thing of the past, at least for the moment. Hence the standstill these posts have come to. Well, that, and the lack of anything remotely worthy to write about. I've come to notice that these 'blogs' are media through which so called 'bloggers' can complain about things they think happen to only themselves, or phenomenons only they have the ability to notice. This is probably the reason why i can't seem to think of anything to say at the moment, as i have nothing to complain about. Sure, the government in the UK is shit, but is it really different anywhere else you look? And yes there seems to be an infinite number of problems the world is facing; methicillin-resistant bacteria, malaria spreading like wild fire, natural ecosystems crumbling, we all know the situations. This world, heavily riddled with corruption and hate, is where we live. Why waste the precious time we have living by sitting around complaining about it? This is what we have to work with. I'll do my part, this is all i have to offer. I have absolutely nothing to complain about, and this is all i have to say. So shut the fuck up and stop your bitching.