The world we live in just stresses me out sometimes. Should have never read so many fairytales, it ruined my perception of it. Ain't nothing romantic or fair about this shit. Ofcourse I didn't believe in the whole happily ever after thing. But I believed in some level of fairness where a certain portion of suffering led to happiness multiplied by a factor of two at least. Unfortunately that's not the world we live in. It's all a joke really. The rich get richer while the poor idolise them and work their arses off to try and get to that level, to no avail. We are pawns on a chessboard, to be moved hither and thither according to the will of the player. None of this matters. Our legacies will mean nothing when our bodies are putrefying in the ground. But our children will benefit from our efforts you say. Sure they will, until they die. There isn't a point to any of this. We're just here for a bit then we'll leave. But we're not certain when our exit wil