#FromWhereIStand

This is my first post: it should be cute and set the tone for my writings. but it is not. It is real, it's not what you expect and that is what matters. So if you have any expectations, set them free and start reading. 

This post is like a coin. It has two sides that will complete each other.

Last week I was paying for a sweatshirt I really liked when the beeper wouldn't stop beeping or whatever the sound is called.
We had already removed the label so we had no idea what was going on when we noticed few bumps at the bottom of the sweatshirt where apparently a shoplifter and an experienced one indeed used the sweatshirt to hide other tags and labels where she cut them off, stuffed them on the inside of the sweatshirt and then sew them in! I have so many questions and I had always heard of shoplifting but never fell (I don't want to say a victim of it as the store is crowned with that title ) so we can leave it at shocked is underestimation. 


I am fully aware that this is not even 1% of the problems in the world and that this might be silly for some but it is not. It is very disturbing that someone is using their skills and intelligence to spend time in the fitting room pulling off a move like this. They did a really good job hiding it until I picked that sweatshirt up.

The world is not okay. I am enraged. So here is a piece I wrote earlier and don't feel so comfortable sharing it here but I got to start somewhere and as I keep telling myself:
 Life starts at the end of my comfort zone. 
​Disclaimer: when people are mentioned, I don't mean all people. 
Life is not all rainbows & butterflies but then it takes turns. so is this piece.
The journey begins here. 

What am I angry for? 
I am angry of the world. 
I am angry for the world. 
I am angry for the people. 
I am angry at how some forgot their humanity. 
I am angry at how people find it low of them to help others. 
I am angry at how people perceive each other in envy. 
I am angry about people hating on their mirror images.
I am angry of the concepts and cultures that planted fear inside of us. 
I am angry at the world. 
I am angry for the animals who have no voice.
I am angry for the people who can’t find their voice. 
I am angry at people who mock others voices.
I am angry at people who don’t give others or themselves a chance.
I am angry that you spend your life living in a shell then wishing you didn’t. 
I am angry about how we fight for everything to live. 
I am angry that we are picking up the pieces because of mistakes done hundreds of years ago. 
I am angry that we keep making mistakes and making this world inhabitable. 
I am angry of how children treat their parents. 
I am angry of how parents treat their children.
I am angry of how some find pleasure in wrongfully treating their pets. 
I am angry at how relationships are all messed up because of wrong choices.
I am angry at couples who don’t fight for each other. 
I am angry at kids who will grow up distorted between their divorced parents.
I am angry at the jury for approving their divorces without them trying to solve it with a counselor for the sake of their kids.
I am angry at the parents who raise kids with problems and act ignorant to it. 
I am angry at parents who ignore their kids or hit them so their kids either bully other kids or end up bullied.
I am angry at the world. 
I am angry for not being equal. 
I am angry of all those levels of people fighting.
I am angry at greed. 
I am angry at jealousy. 
I am angry at ungratefulness.
I am angry at pessimism.
I am angry at the world.
I am angry at people who take those paychecks without working their asses off to earn them, only by wasting hours. 
I am angry of people making excuses to live. 
I am angry of people throwing away their lives thinking suicide is the solution. 
I am angry of fake excuses that people throw in the face of living their lives when they can solve it. 
I am angry of people not getting their heads around anxiety and depression. They are real. 
I am angry of people who put their parents away to live their lives when they wouldn't be here in the world in the first place without their parents.
I am angry of the world.
I am angry of those busy lives that give you no space for family. 
I am angry at people not going for what they want.
I am angry of wasted potential.
I am angry of the world. 
I am angry and pissed. 
I am angry but blessed.
I am angry but grateful.
I am angry. 
As much as I am angry, I can’t stop loving life and moving forward. 
There’s something between two worlds that make you resent a side yet glorify the other. 
I won’t be able to explain as I fear I don’t understand.
But I know that as much as I am angry of this world, we still try to find peace in it. 

On a side note: I really wanted that sweatshirt and it was the last piece..