There are so many people all over the world. Different, alive, funny, sad, interesting .... If I were to meet with one everyday, I would need more then 27 000 years to meet a million. And that wouldn't fulfill my needs at all. Although Im not sure how many ppl are living on our Globe, 6 billions? More? I wonder, this world, in which there are so many things I hate, how can I still love it so much? Despite all this labelism, all that suffering, intollerance, brutallity, how come I still wish to bring joy and happiness to as many people as I can? I hate suffering, pain, saddness, I would like to help everyone be happy. I'm not telling that I want to get rid of those negative emotions, coz I consider them necessary, what I mean is that I want to ease this burden, to anyone really. o.O I feel so useless sometimes, I mean, it's like I really don't suffer from much, and I feel guilty due to all those ppl which suffer more than they can take. But, of course, There is also this selfishness I have inside of moi. For example I want to sing, worldwide, have money to not only support charity, but also buy things I want. Every single thing I want. That's pretty self-centered, isn't it? Maa, can't help it. I have so many feelings, but also thoughts, I want to share from my music.... But when I start writting songs Im kinda stuck. I can't.... Words come to may way more easy when I'm writting poetry. But then, it's usually so sad, or angry. How Come I cannot write bout this joy of mine? Love? Only sometimes I manage to do so. What I think, is that I can't, coz Im waiting for it to be perfect, for the thoughts of a song/poetry to perfectly crystalize in my mind, appear in a form that I would consider fulfilling. But there is also another problem - Can't really write music. and hence Im stuck. What's the point of only writting words of a song, where there is nothing to sing it along? For me music is a great harmony of melody and singer's voice. They work together to make something beautiful, therefore I need a made melody to write words to it. So they would fit..... Well, somehow I still believe that one will work out on it's own. Okay, I guess that's it. After I put someting down on paper (or notepad in this case) I feel kinda relieved. Free.... So, Ciao minna