Once we were children… we didn’t think about problems.

We only thought about having fun, meet other children, love our relatives and explore the world around.

When we grew up, we stopped doin’ this shit. We started to think about loving only ourselves, forgetting why we have been created. To love people and the world. Today we only think about how to fuck (more or less phisically) others, and we look very proud about that. But I bet whatever you want, that no one of us is REALLY proud of that. Me first.

And in the moments when I stop for a second and relax, I realize that, and HATE that.