Everything is toxic, my friend

Last year, wow, what a year, it was! It is still not over, it will not be over yet easily. We are in the interim of a new era, my dear earthling friend NFR. It is painful. Of course, this painful situation is only for ordinary people, the bosses are in very good mood, and they even made incredible profits in this period.

This year has been a toxic year. The pollution on the planet seemed to fade at a time, but then it went back to its bad old days in short time. However, the toxicity I’m talking about is a brain toxicity. Humans act like they’re crazy. Logic is in the background. It used to be like that but now more so. And almost everyone lives their days behind a mask. Except for politicians. Since they always wear natural masks, they don’t see it necessary to wear a second mask anyway.

There was something I’ve wanted to do very, very much in this year, but I couldn’t. Maybe later.

Of course, there were other things I wanted to do, but things I couldn’t do.

For example, 14 years old boy who had to go to work instead go to school at his age, because of the ones who closed the schools under the name of quarantine, also because of this system; I’d like to support him holding by the arm of that boy who fell out of exhaustion and hunger on his way home from work and then died in the hospital. I’d like to say him “Hang on, these days will pass.”

For example, when a family, three siblings committed suicide together, because of financial difficulties, I thought I wish I had known them. I don’t know what I could do, but maybe even getting to know WD would have given them a life energy. Still I don’t know.

Maybe I would shown them that comment you wrote years ago, maybe they would give up on their decision, when they have read it; I don’t know.

I have never forgot your words, my dear friend… When I was most angry, or when I was sad, I never forgot. I tried to value it in my own way. You have contributed a lot to me as a friend, even if in a short time compared to human life.

Or, for example, when a good friend of mine was encircled by his government because of he tried to tell the truth by saying “No, that’s wrong”, when they blocked even his communication channels which he could breathe, I’ve wanted to reach out to him and pull him out of that country, – as if I have a giant hand which raises on the sky- but I couldn’t.

Yes I am an extarterrestrial, but you know I never had super powers like WD always wants. 🙂

Anyway, my dear friend, everything is so toxic.

We simply watch how deep this toxicity goes. Maybe when it hits bottom…

But despite all this, just like the poet said:

Wherever you are,

Inside, outside, at class, at work,

Walk on, come at the face of opportunist, mischief, traitor,

hangman.

Spit at their faces.

Resist with a book,

hang on with work,

with nail, with teeth,

with hope, with love, with dream…

Like the poet said, we on this lonely planet, we resist and hang on with all against the brutal capitalists!

And NFR, thank you again for adding value to my life with your existence on this planet.

Sleep under the lights my dear friend, rest in well…

ps: What NFR said was about life in one of my old posts. I didn’t add it here as a link, because if I did, it was going to seem that I directed you to rate that post. They were the promising words about life.