One of those days....

Yes today was one of THOSE days.

Do you ever experienced days that u just struggle to see the beauty in this world? And on other worst days it is as though your eyes don't want your brain to see the uglier things in life? You are only able to see the so called pretty things. You see the bins on the street gaging in garbage, because the sanitary workers are striking for better working conditions, yet you can only see the little boy behind the garbage enjoying his icecream, or something, and can only wonder what this child is feeling. Is he happy? What does this icecream mean to him? Is he entrapped in his own wonderful fairy world? Will he go to sleep happy because of the sweetness he experienced?

Well my day was completely the opposite!!!!!

It was so hard to see the happiness! I try but then I stumble against "wall" that is reality. On these days I wonder if this child had to work (like selling drugs or stealing) to get money for his only piece of bliss? Will it be all he will have to eat for the day? Is this gagging garbage bin his "Sweet home"? Where is his mother, as he is so young and alone in this tyrranical world that is life? Where is his father to give him the guidances in his moral quest of the obstacles he will face or are facing? Why is he alone? AND WHY THE FUCK ARE THE SANITARY WORKERS STRIKING!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

On days like these, I need my Sarah Brightman, my Jamie Cullum and my Tracy Chapman. And hopefully they will reerect the obliviousness in me...