Too bad shouting obscenities at the top of one’s lungs only offers temporary relief, shouting in general, really. Violence really does solve everything, seriously. The catch, however, lies in that most people are attached to something more than themselves and violence alienates one or more aspect of this world, aside from them.

For the most part, the world has been going to hell since the fateful consumption of the apple of Eden. Now that I look back, Eve should’ve freakin’ cooked a forbidden fruit pie. I mean if you’re going to fall, you might as well fall hard. Back on subject, doomsday sells. When fire and brimstone rain from the skies, I can guarantee you there will be some capitalist selling “I lived through Armageddon and all I got was this crappy t-shirt” merchandise.

But if the world’s been going to hell in a hand basket as fast as a speed addict’s mind is working as they’re at their breaking point to find their next high while he’s on a monorail powered by jet engines, then the world must be closer to heaven as well.

Life will stay in a balance. We just have to find it.

Every time I get stressed out and want to lash out, breaking crap just for the sake of seeing disorder, I: a) remind myself that I’m better than that b) recollect on all of the scum that has hurt me deeply and realize I don’t want any part of that, and c) look for something special and hold onto it as a mother would a dying child.

You know, when Pandora released her box of evils and demons, everything was destroyed, except for hope. If hope dies, so do we. Hope for a better tomorrow, better yet, do your part to ensure a better tomorrow.