The past months felt like an unending event of heartbreaks. I believe we all can imagine how that feels, and then you can also understand the painfull process of learning  how to live with the scars. The positive side of it is that the marks that the scars leave behind, make us all different unique human beings. Personality grows from pain and hard times like a reward of all the suffering to give back to the world and make it a more bearable place full of love and compassion. At least if this would be an ideal world...

Knowing what pain feels like so you won't  let someone else experience the same pain as you felt. But the reality is far from this idea I have in my head, a heartbreak became just one click away on the news channel. We continue to spread pain and suffer. To the earth, and to the people around us. That I wonder how many scars the young girl accros the street is going to be having when she reaches her 18th birthday. Would she even be able to survive like we did until this day?

My mind until this day full of questions, and a world giving not much answers, that ignorance became a way of survival. Just see how it goes around you. Drinking alcohol, so you the pain will be forgotten. Loud music, so you will be able to live...for just a moment. Sleeping pills to block the natural response of our mind at the end of the day: reflection...

How many products are actually the source of the pain we live in today? Or a better question: how far would we go to ignore our own emotions? Just simple questions.