why why why
Why do we feel such a need to define other people's lives?
Why do we want to butt our head into other people's rights and any shred of happiness they have found for themselves?
Why do we waste so many lives protesting so violently against someone else's chance to find some bliss?
Why do we find it so important to approve of every single thing that happens in this world? Every single lifestyle? Every single sexual orientation? Every single thought that goes through our neighbor's head?
I mean sure, we do live on this earth with them, but that doesn't automatically give us the right to define them. We're all standing here, waiting for a magical answer, but that doesn't really come from killing each other, hating each other, and pushing each other till we break? Life is way too short to be sitting here criticizing each other when we could be doing productive things, talking about things that make us happy, doing things that make us laugh.