morgueville,heartland living.

i was on the train when a thought came to my mind. was the world screwed up in the first place? or did we screw the world up?

so how can we remain optimistic about a world where green meadows and nice people will actually exist one day if there is nothing we can do about it? maybe, by Providence, the world was meant to be a screwed-up entity that Man had to go through before we can reach nirvana, if ever. or it could be that this world was a huge stretch of green meadow but we made it otherwise. that is, our fault.

maybe the world is fine. but Man is just a screwed-up nervewreck that can do little good.

what the hell is wrong with us?