Who are we?

[Squirt]

We have homes, money, clothes, jobs, food, shelter, friends, family, drinks, books, beds, health, pictures, education, music, phones, tv's, liesure time, cruises, planes, cars, and opportunities beyond our imagination.
There are people with no cars, no money, no clothes, no jobs, no food, no shelter, no friends, no family, no drink, no books, no beds, diseases, no pictures, no education, no music, no phones, no tv's, no liesure time, no cruises, no planes, no cars, and no opportunities.
Who the fuck are we to bitch about our problems?
Who the fuck are we to complain?
How insignificant does our monotony seem when you compare it to the monotony of having nothing?
Nothing...
Imagine not having anything.
Imagine you lost everything.
Nothing...
As in the opposite of something...
Who are we?

 

[Noodle]

A people often fooled into believing this sense of discontent is normal and justified, without anyone but our selfs in mind?

 

[Noodle]

Or maybe only animals stripped bare to a chilling wind without all the trappings of all of our shared progress to ease our grown existance and isolate us from the hardships of our birth?
[This message has been edited by Noodle (edited 24 April 2001).]

 

[zero9zero]

"I'd rather be happy and poor than have it all and still want more" -Bigwig
-d

 

[cand-E bamber]

i for one, enjoy bitching about everything.. i havent yet found a happiness that will shut me up.