You don't own shit

You think you can own a house.

You think ou can own a car.

You think you can own your couple... 

and eventually, you'll get to think you own your kids, their life and anything they decide to do with their lives.

Truth to be told, YOU DON'T OWN SHIT.

You don't even own your emotions, your reactions, your feelings; you just sense, react and feel things withouth having a saying in it.

You don't know who you are, where you came from, what you're doing here, or even where you're going after this. Man -as you know him- has existed for over three thousand years (at least), yet he doesn't know shit about himself. Isn't this embarrasing???

You work, to own a house; you sell yourself to your couple... You prostitute your whole life for what? To get where? What does realization really mean to you? Have you ever wondered? Does your answer go beyond money? Pleasure or even posessions?

No. It doesn't go further than that. We are just fucking limited minds, in a fucking limited world. 

For Christ sake, you can't even define love or happiness -which is in fact, as high as you can reach-.

 ... Then, why would you try so hard? Does hope take you as far as you can go? It doesn't matter if you believe in God, or you don't. What moves you? Is it your penis or vagina? Your stomach? Your greed? You know man hasn't gone further than sex, victimism or power... the only ones that seem to have succeeded are no longer here among us. Then who is your inspiration?

Is it your parents, 'cause you want to make them feel proud? Your children cause you want to make them be pridefull so they can follow your steps, maybe continue your legacy? 

That's very egotistical, if you ask me. And I know you didn't, and I know I thought of all this things while looking out the window. I wasn't planning to share this at all, but then I thought I might not be the only one with this issues in mind; that maybe somebody else would enjoy and feel emphatized with what they're reading... and while I was still hessitant to publish this, my ego convinced me to do so. 

But I gotta say, deep within, I don't really want you to like what I've written; I want you to think about it and that's it.

'Cause I know, if you really THINK about it, then this has already been worth to write. I wasn't sleepy, but I'm getting there.

So good night.