Taking this time, I think it's good to just pen/type down some thoughts.
I've never quite subscribed to the whole religion thing. Forgive me for such superficial thoughts, but I've always thought that people usually only turn to religion once disaster strikes. It's when they are at their lowest and they need something, somebody divine and almighty to turn to because they have noone else.
But as I go about my daily life, I notice so many.. how do i put this? Intangible bits of life that I cannot attribute my thanks to. Sure, my parents can have a sizeable chunk. But really, who do I thank for being blessed with awesome soccer firepower? On the more serious side, my social life, my family, my personal and close ones' well-being?
Oh, the above's Kaka btw. He's synonmous with the vile club Madrid these days. He's a really staunch Christian, yet another example of an innoculous being bestowed with fantabulous footballing natural talent. Maybe there's really a big brother out there. BUT, why then does this 'saviour of mankind' create an imperfect, asymmetrical world? Why do millions starve and eat only pebbles and dust while others get to eat their Banana Nut Crunch for breakfast? Why can't he create a world where everything's everywhere? Maybe there'd be pandas in the Sahara, maybe there'd be a nude beach in the Artic, maybe everybody can have bananas for breakfast?
And most importantly, on their faces.
I believe everybody has the right to be happy. I know surveys have shown that poor countries are generally the happiest. But maybe, it's because they have no standard to gauge their happiness?
For them, maybe the spectrum of emotions is much narrower.
Pet scorpion dies (due to brother stepping on it accidentally) = Sad
Breakfast time = Happy.
The modern lucky person?
Pet scorion dies (due to brother flushing it down the toiletbowl)(happened to me, don't laugh!) = Sad (loss of life, duh) and Nonchalant (perfect excuse to get the chinchilla which is all the rage these days)
Breakfast time = Happy (Eating duh!) and Sad (No more milk to go with the banana nut crunch)
Get my point?
Kay, till any more thoughts hit me, good night!
p.s. I hope mr.scorpion's still enjoying itself in the sewage treatment plant.
