How freakishly easy it is, life, objectively, it is a game a child understands.

But we have this brain and these feelings and these thoughts. We feel unwanted and unloved, we feel alone because we are too afraid of being together. We are so clustered by news and forget to see it as more than letters. We feel hopeless and sad and long for arms that hold us, but at the same time are so sure we can stand on our own two feet. We want to be the best and don’t look at how together is better, because we are self-obsessed, but feel we are always fatter. We can’t look at ourselves, yet can’t stop thinking about ourselves either. We are together in our loneliness but to form a group causes a brain fever. We are looking for love but find it when we are not. We see people as numbers and are afraid of them, but not of our best friend. We search for a purpose but forget to do the rest, live our life, we are too stressed. Have multiple burn-outs but are still money obsessed, because we need it to live and if we don’t live all that is left is looking for love, which we won’t find that way

We feel alone, but there are so many of us, connected through our phone, no politics we discuss, mindlessly we scroll through Instagram and worry about the next exam. We feel lost as if we do not belong here, but we know that there is no other place to go near. So we settle and sigh with a ‘this will do’. We keep waiting for more but there is never a clue. We want to be a team, because aren’t we animals that are social? But we fail so often, maybe we already are too global. Because our town, our city, our country is never enough, we need to see the world to feel tough.

We so desperately try to fill our time with smiles and some gold, with power to hold. We want love, we wat compassion, tenderness and romance, yet are left without passion in a world that is into finance. I dare us to be tender, to break down our walls. Stop being these pretenders, with these big hairy balls. Let us be soft like a puppy and kind like a bee, lets hug a bit more often, let’s not flee. Perhaps if we stop running from all that touches us, we’ll hear the bees buzzing and stop worrying about the fuss. Perhaps then we’ll finally see the game the children understand, maybe we’ll feel free and remember our dreams we had planned.

Life is easy, objectively, but we are too afraid to stop for just a second to actually watch and not just see.