I hadn’t give any contribution to comrades. Maybe it stems from that. it seems from of my overwhelming desire for a change starts to make me think about it all the time. When I watch movies, talk to people, on writing sessions and even sometimes when I’m passive, I still imagine what a better place it could be.
Today I walked outside and met a young man, his words was full of torment, said her grandmother was dying. I thought because this man wasn’t working, Because of the way I think I didn’t gave him any. The money I would’ve given to him would be a waste because he wasn’t trying to make any. As the person begs I walked away, it left a really bad taste in my mouth.
Everyone has their share of problems and now I worry about other people. How could a communist frog like me change even the slightest bit.
I couldn’t stop thinking about it, I wish I could.
Needed to just get this out of my system for a bit.