In which world is a 31-year old destined to die in his sleep?
What kind of deities allow a family to be suddenly destroyed like that?
Life is so fragile, it is so unfairly decided who lives, how and for how long.
Who should have the right to decide? It makes me think of Buddhist beliefs and karma, but why the heck do we have to wait for another life to get justice? It is all very twisted.
Life is fragile, so let’s love, laugh, smile and cry as if it was our last day alive, because it might just very well be. Tell people you love them and don’t sweat the small stuff.
Life is too precious and sometimes so short it is not worth it being f***ing upset for f***ing stupid things with the people you love.
That is not living, that is living death.
I am upset with life and with unfairness. But I guess it’s a deal we can’t break, or can we?
F*** this.
It’s Quiz Night tonight, but the only answers I’m looking for are: why and what for?