Watching people out the bus window go about their day. I don’t know if it’s just my relentless negativity about most things. But, it seems as if people are all just trapped on this planet, it’s a jail. We have choices but that doesn’t make us free. My future consists of University, Job, live off pension, die.
So why do it? What keeps us alive? Is it love; that cancer-like feeling that ultimately hurts us the most? Is that our purpose? Is finding some kind of human connection with somebody else really our purpose, or is it that we are all conditioned to think that?
Does being positive in the face of adversity make us strong?
Or are all the positive people in denial, going about their day in unconsciousness?