This is sick

However the world has "improved" my stomachache progressed with it. There is a direct ratio between degree of vomit and degree of social advancement. Higher goes higher, lower goes lower. It's at a closing climax now.

Maybe it isn't that bad of an idea to have the end of the world appear in our life-time. I suppose I've always sort of prayed for it, another flood, another Noah's Ark, and me being the first to drown after the endless politicians and metropolitans who spend their lives questioning their cashbook, "how do I get more money? Bigger house? Better car?" This is sickening. And it is a sickening feeling that just doesn't disappear.

Just read an article on New York Times called "Two Bedrooms, but No Doorman? A Pity, Tiniest New Yorkers Scoff" by Teri Jarush Rogers. What is the wrong with the world? Kids comparing house sizes and feeling emotionally distraught because their room is smaller, their family poorer, their possessions lesser. This, isn't the world I want for my own child to grow up in, ever (provided that I get a child first), nor for my sister (who is only 9 at the moment).

$$$ isn't everything. Material isn't everything. Having enough to survive is important, indeed, but I am tired of being slaves to "getting richer, earning more". There isn't enough if you fall in love with money, if you become slaves of $$$. You get an apartment, you want a house; you get a house, you want a mansion; you get a masion, you want a palace; ... You get a scooter, you want a motorcycle; you get a motorcycle, you want a car; you get a car, you want a sport car; ... The list can really go on. What does any of this mean to you when you are alone by youself? What does this mean to you when you are 80 years old and can't drive anymore, can't move around the big mansion anymore, can't play with all the expensive toys anymore?

Who cares if you have a bigger house when the house is cold? Who cares if you have more toys when you haven't any true friends who would go through fire and hell with you? Who cares if you have everything money can buy in the world when you no longer know the meaning of any of it?

There's one thing money cannot buy, and that is love, that is the soul.

It's so sick, the way the world is now, so sick to the core. Why lie to myself anymore?