Humans, today is that day, a good day, a sleepy day. I am not sure why but it was and when I did wake up, the world was in ruin. According to the ones who were awake. The dastardly deeds of the world tore at the fabric of minds and the toil of the human existence is in question. Blood soaked fields and the machinations of the evil was at full manifestations, children screaming in the background as they walk with bleeding stumps where limbs once were.

Well not really but people react like things are just as equal to it. Small things on one day are the evolutions of objective failure and nothing is going to be ok when it all burns down. Why are people like this, torn apart by simple things and then the ones who inhabit the space around them must have faulted or did fault in some way and it wreaks the whole day. Humans become a decayed and relentless machine of remorse that refuses the main course of trying to make sure things are done. Then when they are done the words of regret and machinations of desire to be miserable. I am not sure why things like this exist and why they are so important to people. The need to be superior or in some kind of way better, then I am unsure what the point of being human is. Well at least when we act as a bacterial infection that wants to destroy anything of progress and make sure all others feel the same. As chaos and pain hate to be alone and must generate more. While happiness is self contained and is happy with a cup of coffee and thoughts of things that are boundless.

I like the sea of stars at night, they are what they are and never shifting desires. They give life a chance and hold no failures in the minds of each other. Stars are stars and they will become what they are meant to be. Yet with little interruptions the very beings that are more complex then stars, yet need them to exist, fall apart and become a restless discomfort that must be shared. Yet as the stars burn out, only glory and regrowth stand in the aftermath. They are not intergalactic brains that choose the death but are just existing in the vast universe.

Things go wrong and I get that but the focus we have on the wrong almost always seems to be out weighing the good and the knowlage gained in the failure. That is forgotten and in the stead of the mindful humans become mindless and try to breed the feeling absolute failure in the one who they see as the mistake. Doing this all the time it is not a wonder why we are where we are socially and consciously. Why try when the world and everyone in it will only remember your failures. The night does not do this, the night remembers everything and still is just happy you are there.

Maybe that is why I employ the night in my mind and embrace it so.

I am unsure.

Until Later

Much Love.

Your Friendly Ginger From The Woods.