3/11 Thoughts. Rambling.

Walking home today I realised I'm not quite as fond of routine as I once was.
I want to do something different.
Something fun, something new.
I want to move foward and learn how to look back without feeling sick,
without missing everything I was.
All the traits I've lost.
I don't want to do the same thing everyday.
I want to do something different with each sunrise.
It doesn't matter that I won't develop any skills,
because what are skills?
Society's way of catergorising people into Useful and Useless?
I'm okay with being labeled useless.
I want to be able to help where I can, and stare clear of things I don't like.
I don't want to vote. I want to live in a meadow and sleep under the stars.
I want to rise with the sun and live days the way I want. Not the way I feel I should.
We went wrong somewhere. We have twisted concepts,
What the hell are zoos? Prisons for the innocent? I like seeing animals, but I feel guilty for supporting the business. Recreating their environment is not enough when they only have 100 square metres. "it's the best we can do" is a lie. Because we could let them be free.
We've even managed to trap ourselves. We're going to be lost when something happens to technology- imagine living without any power, people will freak, get angry and probably kill eachother playing the blame game.
I don't like that people who have survived fighting in wars are called 'war heroes'. We don't call other murderers heroes. I think the more fitting name is 'survivor' because that's what they did.
I'm not angry at them, a lot of them were forced to fight. Morally they were doing what was right for their country.
But what about what's right for the human race, we're killing eachother?
And what about all living things on Earth.
We should be helping eachother, because we're a planet so small in such a large universe.
I have no fight in me, I can't imagine anything I'd be willing to kill for.
In the words of Gandhi "There are many causes that I am prepared to die for but no cause that I am prepared to kill for."
Maybe I had to be there
Maybe I'll have to go to hell and back before I'll know what went through their heads.
What goes through people's heads still.
Plotting invasions? Terrorism?
What would you be willing to kill for?