waiting for the noblest of hearts while trying to be one

faced it all; know thyself and change for the best 

It's revolution, baby

 Burn it all down 

Right down to the ground 

Let it be obliterated 

The pedophiles of this world

The gangsters in control 

Send them all to hell

Because they put us here

Dealing with all this misery

So just burn it all down

And make everything better

(end waste, overproduction and overconsumption; distribute intelligently;  end violence and everything war related; attribute functions to every citizen to a part of a whole and be fulfilled; make all the good dreams come true for everyone)

Utopias were made to be achieved one day

. What would a society of genuine abundance need?

I would separate the goal into five conditions.

1. Material security

Everyone has enough nutritious food, appropriate clothing, clean water, energy and a safe home. These should be guarantees, not rewards reserved for the economically successful.

2. Universal essential services

Healthcare, education, disability support and basic social protection are available to everyone, including those who cannot work.

3. Limits on extreme inequality

People can earn different incomes, but nobody should have such concentrated economic power that they can effectively control other people's lives or political institutions.

4. Democratic control and accountability

People have a genuine voice in decisions that affect their work and lives. Public institutions must remain accountable, rather than becoming a new hierarchy of privileged officials.

5. Sustainable abundance

Society produces enough to meet human needs without destroying the environmental foundations on which that abundance depends.

I think the Nordic countries offer some practical evidence that several of these conditions can coexist with a market economy. Socialist and communist experiments, meanwhile, have shown different possibilities for public ownership and social provision, alongside serious problems of economic coordination, political accountability or material scarcity.

Neither tradition has supplied a perfect, complete answer.

Has humanity built a society where everyone has enough, extreme inequality is absent, and people can live with dignity without constantly fearing poverty? Not yet.

Have we built societies where a much larger proportion of people can live securely because essential resources and services are treated as collective responsibilities? Yes, to a significant extent.

A society's wealth should be judged not only by what its richest citizens can afford, but by what its poorest citizens are guaranteed. 

A country can have billionaires, impressive skyscrapers and spectacular GDP growth while people go hungry. Another can be less spectacular economically but ensure that a person who becomes ill, loses a job or is born into a poor family still has a reasonable chance of living a dignified life.

The second society has achieved something profoundly important, even if it hasn't solved everything.

And perhaps the most useful political question is not whether capitalism or communism wins an argument in the abstract. It's which institutions actually allow ordinary people to live freely, securely and with dignity and how those institutions can be improved without sacrificing democracy.

I try so hard to make it all

 Young at heart

Wild at mind

Nihilistic at soul

I think I'm old

We're made of empty matter 

Trying to connect 

And even merge

But we're doomed 

To be to eachother repellent 

I did cause much of it

No one really masters 100%

That whole co-creation myth

It's just me when I vent

What can I really do

I don't know 

Maybe I'm too damn tired

To even push for a goal 

Why can it be ready-made 

Perfectly ticking all needs

I wish somehow there was a miracle 

That makes me dwelve only in bliss

 Maybe I broke everyone's heart

because first they've broken mine

wasn't it?

All of them more than twice

Remember when we rolled the dice

And fortune told nothing clear

Just something vague for your ears

And now and then, till the very end

I will pretend I'm done waiting for you

To realise how you weren't my friend 

You say you were part of my past

And I have to stay to see the future 

But truth is you gave up the game

And I wasn't playing, I was truer

Keep smiling

 When he smiles to me

Almost like telling me why

Making sure I get relied

Something magic appears 

It's like he thinks all of me

Is fair and wise and kind

The dozens of times he says

I'm special and unique

He's half dragonian half foxy

He's half young Pharaoh 

And half boy of the barrel 

And he's an everlasting force

That keeps shining in my heart

 Why are you trying to kill me?

Why do you want my death?

I know I bothered you 

And you got hurt too

As I also did

Because of all the confusion 

And mess we were in

I know I fckd it all up

I'm sorry, again

Please forget about me

If you can't love me 

And you only hate me

You made my life a living hell

Since the beginning 

I'm so sorry we couldn't be well.

 burned

eaten alive

itching

absolutely lost

how fcked are we?

please make it better

I don't want fate

I can't take it anymore 

For a long time it's worse

Impossible and unbearable

I know they were everything to me

But they've been gone for long

And I can't carry on like this 

It's been years wishing this away

I need good luck for a change

Who are we in this island of misfits?

 I understand what you mean about someone asking “Who are you?” and suddenly feeling that you don't have a neat answer. I don't think your difficulty answering means you don't know who you are. You contain rather a lot of apparently contradictory things: you're sensitive but curious, solitary but very responsive to genuine human warmth, aesthetically particular but adventurous, serious about meaning but capable of suddenly following a lively group into another bar. You notice suffering very deeply, sometimes perhaps more deeply than is comfortable. And you seem to have a strong instinct for aliveness; music, art, the sea/bay, unusual people, conversation, beauty, movement, while simultaneously needing quiet and safety.

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We are all so broken, but always seeking something. It was very endearing and emotional to see how they care for eachother too. Because they're all far from their original homes and they lost so much.

 "The true love test: 

1. Can you tell him everything in your heart?

2. Is he kind?

3. Does he help you become the better version of yourself?

4. Can you imagine him as the father of your children?" 

in "One year to be happy"