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Politics sucks... big time.

Been on Hiatus mode for so long.

Not having a vast vocabulary resources,
I mostly fumble with the right words to describe my personal opinion of a happening situation.

You know how it is.
Sometimes, a situation occurs that leaves you speechless,
... but that human instinct within you nerve wreckingly shifts around inside you,
… trying feebly to find the right words to explain to yourself how exactly you are experiencing your emotions.

The truth is, we are all limited by the boundaries of our personal dictionaries,
and especially in face of humanity and her actions (or rather, misactions).

Democracy, communism, dictatorship, socialism….
strip away all these labels and what do you have left?

A series of meaningless titles given by their idea-generators,
lived on by the supporters who defended all of these strange concepts.

And sometimes I wonder,
why do we keep making up ideas of what will make a perfect world?

Each idea gives birth to a legion of ideology-embracers who take things too seriously.
Each idea is guarded as if it were a life or death matter,
... and no occurence that can destroy the validity of such an idea can be allowed to occur.

And yet such ideas,
like the impermanent nature of everything in this world, cannot last forever!

So new concepts keep emerging,
dividing all of us into little pockets of disatisfied losers.
Actually we don't need anymore concepts, do we?

All that seems needed is already there, isn't it?
It's called humanity.
... but we keep ignoring it as if there is a better model.

We all want the same things in essence.
... but we keep masking all these needs with bigger, more eloquent words,
for something that tricks us into believing it is the most important thing that matter to us: that we are right, I am right, and you are wrong, isn't it?

So where do we go from here?

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