Lazarus decides to die
Things aren't getting less complicated. What are we good at other than piling things up.... in the end, we leave it all behind for someone else to carry the burden. What are we so occupied by? Running like headless chickens all our lives... to buy, buy and buy some more... so worried about leaving a trace behind... most do leave a trace alright, a trace of garbage, junk... a hoard of things, things and more things. Then what? What choices do we really have in life? Either follow the path traced by others, repeat the same mistakes and struggle through or follow the less traveled path and struggle some more... which one is better? Can luck be blamed? Does luck exist? Values change, respect and moral standards have lost their meaning... you seem to be worth what you own in zeroes in a bank... not what values you live by or the content of your brain. This is a world where tyrants rule and the sheep wave and cheer... too afraid to speak out, where children are injected with d
