That B****hit

What's about my life? I'm really at the edge of stop writing. Why? It's getting really difficult to write. Sometimes I want to write but I hadn't any idea on what's to write. Sometimes I had a bunch of idea but didn't get any time to do write. Well, my life is getting more challenging, exiting, fun, and also scarier. The future is always scary, yet intriguing. It's like the fruit of knowledge in Eden or the pandora box.

I realize about how objectivity is just an illusion. I don't think it exists. People who care to have opinions about something, must be part of that something, which obviously made them bias and have chosen a side. People who are not part of something, won't care enough to have an opinion. What's weirder is, that these people with opinions are screaming loudly, asking other "swingers" to join them, that theirs are the best and the truth. I'm really sick of this kind of thing: people forcing other people into believing something they believe.

The mass media, printed or electronics, is nowadays also very bias und cannot be trusted. This is what happen when people of power, also have a hand in media. They use it for their own good because there isn't something like bad publicity. It needs much effort to make up your mind and voice out an opinion, when all of your surrounding have taken sides and there's no objectivity. It's really hard to care, as everytime one shows care for one thing, the others shout double standard, telling him/her, that he/she is not objective and bias.

Apathetic is not being neutral. It's different and don't try to make it similar.

I would say, everyone has their own priorities. For example, I am an indonesian and by that, I would post about a bombing in Indonesia rather than a shooting in somewhere in Middle East, where a war happen and there's shooting every day. I know that humans' lives are equal but by posting on my timeline on how I care about the formentioned bombing, doesn't mean indonesians' lives are more valuable than the others. It means I'm sad that such thing happen in my country.

People are too sensitive and guess what, too sensitive is a symptom of insecurity.

Here's another bitter truth: I think, there are people who need help but actually don't deserve it. Yeah. I've said it. In my opinion, if one needs help and someone does help, one must not complain or judge the help. It's rude and ungrateful.

There's one more thing I'm not able to comprehend till date: the refugees. Why do they prefer to walk those thousand miles to the land of unbelievers, rather than to their no-less prosperous believers neighbours? And when these unbelievers close their borders, they screaming and shouting unfairness, while some other time they've condemned them as sinners. How could that happen?

I don't mind of countries taking in refugees but I hate to hear any unreasonable complain about why they close the borders. It's because they have their own people who need to be taken care and because they choose to. Is it right? I'm not sure. Just like I'm not sure why these people fleed their struggling country rather than stay and fight for it. If the reason is survival, well, all reasons will root back to survival, one way or another.