Pain is infectious.

Wonder how many times we have shed our tears off of at the misery of the other? Wonder how it makes our blood boil looking at the gross injustice popping upon our news feed daily in an amount which rather makes us guilty of our own not so bad existence? To garnish these lowly human emotions instigated through sufficient information overload we have this innate feeling of having no control over what’s happening to who, akin to us or not. Do you not get into this rut? The rut of misery showering upon you wherever you look at. Does it seem ideal? Catching upon the infection and tormenting yourself through the disgraced state humanity has put itself in. Speaking upon what is observed, analysed and accepted by the writer, it is a clear case of some unknown global mission to make us sadder and sadder as a collective. They somehow bring you to this world, put you in an education system best fit for parrots and push you into realizing yourself as a capital generating machine. The salt and pe...