Why is it that only when people die do others ask questions? Why is it that only when something bad happens, then people start to notice? Why is it that people are
so inherently
selfish?
Then again, why do I expect others to help? This
is an individualistic society we're all living in, there's no escapism allowed at all. To ask for help itself -- it is seen as a sign of being weak.
Maybe even as I write this, this post, can be interpreted as a cry for help into the deep recesses of cyberspace. Maybe even as I write this, I am contemplating my bleak future and seeing nothing much in it. Maybe as I write on, I am hoping for some miracle enlightenment, for me to figure out what exactly
is my purpose of being born.
Someone, anyone?