We’re angry about being born. Life is a series of humiliations. The world is not what we want it to be. People are not what we want them to be. We’re not what we want to be. Too often it feels like a bad deal. Like an unfair torment. We’re angry, and we take it out on each other. The pain compels us to torture and kill. We hate ourselves and others. We hate how weak we are, and the weakness of others is the reason for everything.
It doesn’t have to be so
You don’t need a better world
The better world needs you
Less angry world
Where apes become humans
What if you’re the chosen one
What if you create the world around you
What if out of your attitude everything grows
And you deserve a world built out of your vision
