While some are bathed in champagne, and eat shrimp, others flee murderers to save their life. As a kid, I had this a strange faith in people that life is on large playground, where everyone has their own grass , where everyone has a shovel and can be played in the sand, that we have our own marbles to the smallest problem will be if our ball will break or not.
As I grew, slowly, I still believed that I was actually me who administers my imagination and that we all want to play on that field, and be happy forever. But my perception of this field began to change when I went to the neighbor’s field, took a sweet pear, just as I took a bite, I felt a blow on the head, that I immediately started crying. I turned and in his eyes I saw anger, fear, sadness, all at once, I ran away from there, head regardless. After the incident suddenly I grew up, I found myself in an environment where people of my court no longer existed, I was on the other courts, other rocking, playing with other marbles, getting into fights with other people working spatula and place in the sand.
Now that I’m 23 I live in the world where people do not care about the lives of others, and see their unrivaled live in the illusion that no one should be happy except them. And so every day when I watch TV to see each other only kill so doing religious beliefs, for the money, for the sake of greed, lust, just because they were on their playground. I ask myself, how far we are willing to go to watch the people around us as if there are, what these wars, without nothing. Who sends the message newborn Syrian boy, what he what harm done, how long do you need to realize that we have lost everything we had, that time wounds heal and time does not erase the tears. And so one night we had to eat, a warm pillow, blanket, ask yourself how long you’ll have your shovel, marbles and playground.