What type of people remain here, and who leaves? Are they the souls, which are looking for depression in order to understand and appreciate life? Are they the philosophers, writers, or sad musicians, who need to suffer, before they can produce a masterpice? Are we all looking for happiness, or some of us are looking for sadness? Is paradise here and now, or does come at the end of our lives and do we have to plan for it? Are we here in the present or are we somewhere else? If we are somewhere else, then who is here with us? If we always have to plan ahead, then how can we enjoy what we have today? How can we plan if the world is unpredictable? Are we striving for becoming a somebody, or do we want to just blend in with the rest of the people? Are we scared to be happy? If we are scared of the happiness, then whats is it that we are trying to achieve? If that is actually our goal, then why are we so scared to show it? Are we jealous, because of our own insecurity? Are we insecure because of ourselves or because of somebodyelse? Are we jealous of the happy people, or are we afraid of them? Who gives us the restrictions and rules, is it us, our society, our fears, or is it just a big confusion? Our society is so free, yet so restricted. So modern, yet so old-fashioned. Why are we supposed to be so controlled, watched and documented, when our masters are free to kill and slaughter? Why are we judged, when our judgies cannot give us the correct example? Why should we listen, when our voices are not to be heard? Why should we give, when we are not to recieve? Why cannot we be happy when somebody else is happy on our behalf? How can we serve our country, when our country is not serving us? How can we care, when nobody is caring for us? How can I stay, when everybody else has left?
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