Those days…

Again one year passed. Days seem so quick, my dear earthling friend NFR. In fact, while in the day, especially as if some days do not pass quickly, I think this is psychological. Collectively, when the years go by, you realize that many thing is empty on this planet. There is no big difference actually between those days when your physical presence was here and these days. Just like in years when we will not be in here. Same order. Of course, some things still surprise me. I think this is about my extra-terrestrial situation.:)

In the Middle East, the cards redeal for the thousandth time. The poor are more poorer. The rich are more richer. Natural wealth has diminished. The distinction between people is the abyss. What surprised me the most was the hatred and anger of people in the last few months; the collective hatred of the lonely masses. I know you’re not familiar with “hate” word my dear friend. You’re a person who loved and respected all living things without discrimination, even the extraterrestrials. I thought I saw all kinds of racism on this planet, dear NFR. But I was wrong.

The kind of repressed racism was much worse. I have seen. And those racists call themselves socialists-communists. Yes, they do. Like Lenin said, they are “useful idiots”, they don’t even know what they did. The racism of literate leftists was worse than the ignorant rightists, I felt this to my bones. I shuddered from fear for the future of this planet and for myself, when seeing them.

You were always worried about the future of this planet, dear NFR. I was not like you, you know. I think I just notice. And now I think you’re in a better place…

Those days were the days I always tried to tell or explain some things to people, you know. Happy and hopefull. But I do not have the second one anymore, so I don’t have “hope”. I am seeing I was wrong, when I said everytime, “there is hope my friend.” No, there is not hope my dear friend. I see now.

I’m not trying to tell anyone anything anymore. The arrogant truths of people are indestructible in the face of the real facts; now I know this. I am not saying “this is like that not the way you know” anymore. Because nobody cares about the facts. Already some facts are so unbelievable than the stories that people believe in more.

Anyway, we missed you my dear earthling friend. I am sorry, this time it was kind of relief letter. I am sorry for this. And WD says hi to you. He is anymore getting old. But you know him, he never accepts he gets old anymore. He is still most handsome and intelligence dog on this planet, you know him.;)

Wherever you are, I hope the lights would always shine on you, my dear earthling friend. Forever!

 

4 thoughts on “Those days…

  1. Yes, I hope NFR is in a bright, peace loving place, my friend, where all the hell that exists here, does not exist there! I miss you, too NFR!

    I am thankful for my friendship with Migo and WD. You, NFR, brought us together!

    Be glad you are far away from all of this madness, suffering and hell!

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    • NRF brought us together as very good friends, WD and I always grateful to him! In the days like that Sojourner, so the days when the some important people passed away I always drink. Because like I feel I have a lump in my throat, and if I drink this could be pass. But it never passes.

      And like you I am glad NFR is far away from all of this madness, you know he’s such an emotional and sensetive person. He would have been more suffer if lived all this. And I drink to you all. They all know who they are very well.:) Here’s to you! I fill for you this glass! For all old good and joyfull days!

      -You said me I am getting older but you are speaking like aged Migo, look at your words!
      -Yes today I felt aged extraterrestrial WD, so what, haha!

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