Keep dreaming, it's the only way to go

I was tempted to write this post when this afternoon during lunch, my cousin skillfully swatted a fly with a roll of newspaper and injured it. This made it easier to catch and afterward kill and throw it in the bin, and also made me think what right did we have to kill the fly. People perceive flies as pests, trying to dirty our food by stepping and vomiting all over it. Yet what was it really trying to do? Pestering us, or finding food to survive? So what is so wrong about it? Yet it is just so hard and tiring to simply wave it away. We just can't eat in peace! Then what are we? Pests as well? We overfish, we over-hunt, we cut down trees. We're stealing another's food, we're stealing another's home. Yet we're just trying to survive, or are we? Why can't we just take enough? Because those who take enough suffer. The crocodile that kills its prey that lasts him a few days gets skinned. The elephant that roams in the jungle gets her tusks chopped off and h

No wonder people can get so fascinated by time. I've been wanting to write something that's been on my mind for a few days, yet there has been so many obstacles. I was on holiday, I wanted to write it well, I didn't know how to write it. And I didn't wanna refer to anyone. Yet I also needed enough anger to well up in me, despite the rapid flushes that occur so frequently, a little too frequently. It makes me think, if those things that anger me truly mean something. 2011 has passed so quickly. I've made many mistakes, yet I've learnt a lot (tho it could have been more).. : ..yup that's a bucket of cold water. Come to think of it, at this point in time, I really feel like buckets of cold water are being thrown over me. It makes me want to become a fish. How do I persuade God to let me become one? I'm so angry. Yet am I angry at the people who throw those buckets of water, or myself for not being able to persuade Him. The line between those two seems