People are strange: they are constantly angered by trivial things, but on a major matter

like totally wasting their lives, they hardly seem to notice.

Charles Bukowski

We are truly strange creatures.

We waste a good part of our lives and expand a lot of energy on things that don’t last, don’t matter, and are trivial at best.

We spend time drinking away our real and made up sorrows only to find them waiting for us when we sober up, to drink yet again. We fight for the right to be free, to be self determines, to be able to make our own decisions, and then we follow anything or anyone that sparkles or promises happiness ever after.

We spend a lot of time being bored as though being bored was a real state of mind. Boredom is nothing more than an illusion. An unreality of our own making. God gave us the whole universe to play with, and we pitifully resign ourselves and ignore it.

We sit and wait. Yawn and wonder.

We resentfully await something else. Something better. Something bigger. Something more.

People are strange.

We spend a lot of time absorbing news that depresses, angers, and scares us to pieces. We convinced ourselves that we must be in the know. We don’t know why, but we cannot help but dine at the tree of good and evil. We love the taste and sorrow of forbidden fruit. We are habitually addicted to the tree of knowledge.

We waste our lives, until we awaken.

I hope you awaken.

I hope these little, insignificant pieces of writing prick your mind to awaken.

Most things in our life are trivial and we have to be on guard that we don’t waste any more time and energy playing with them like children. We have to see the things that are real. We have to embrace how precious life is. How meaningful our contribution to those around us.

We have much let to do. We cannot be angered or distracted by things that don’t matter.

Guard yourself against waisting time.

Don’t worry about people or what the world things.

They hardly seem to notice anyway.