Memento

I've decided to write this in case I one day wake up with a serious dementia or that I only have a really bad day. It's to remind me how wonderful life was (and hopefully will continue to be), how extremely lucky I am having a boyfriend that i love more than anything, having extraordinary friends who care for me and a family that will always be there for me. I'm starting to have a better comprehension of life and what to do about it. And I'm happy with it. I don't feel any pointlessness anymore. Even though I know I'm just a tiny person that a priori can't do any big change and that my life isn't worth much if you look at the society today. People die everyday in wars, because of hunger, in natural catastrophies, of lifestyle-diseases and in accidents. There are so many people dying everyday that we just don't care anymore. They become a number.

Why should my life have any more value than theirs? On the other hand, it makes me feel that there IS a reason to live, there IS something I can accomplish. That something has to be done or else our mother-earth won't take it for much longer. It's our duty to fight the system we've been put into. I didn't create it, and I sure won't accept it. The first tool in a war is knowledge.