I guess it was July... I felt like writing a last post. I had no desire to interact with the world who did not care about anything I said. I again have no desire to interact with the world, this time more because anybody I interact with ends up being a disappointment. People are crap, they lack basic decency, they have no comprehension. And these people are not ordinary people either; they are people of position, people of degrees and titles. I cannot breathe in this world.
“Where are all the good people?” I cry out. I'm sure there are good people out there somewhere. Perhaps they are in the hiding, like me. I don't know...
It is time I quit anyway. I have written so much stuff on the same topics on this website, it has become a case on its own. Anybody who is interested on world matters and “strange” ideas to change it for the better can find lots of things here. I believe there are enough arguments and enough examples to convince those who are at the border of open borders. I guess I am ready to shut this place down until I see a reason to go on. Let's see how my mission goes and what's going to be happening over in the US next week as it will be a turning point for the world too. Everybody will be commenting, we are all going to be hearing and seeing the discussion and speculation on what's going to be happening. I have no desire to be a part of the noise. I have already made my two cents contribution, that's enough.
This is my last post until I finish my books. I am leaving all social media (as if I was so active!) and intentional reading of the news; I am heading to my make-believe world where I have control over what happens to me. Well... Maybe I don't have control over that either, but at least I have control over words.
I feel guilty to withdraw into my own shell when the world is on fire. But I do not seem to able to do anything about it anyway. I am invisible. I am unheard. Just like all the people who are out there in pain.
I wanted to be their voice, I wanted to defend them, but I do not count. There are people who are the voice of the oppressed. But that voice is always the same with minor exceptions and that voice does not get anywhere either. The dominating voice that is heard is the media's and of those who control the media. The media has the power, the media decides whose voice is to be heard and in what way. I leave people to play their game.
I am sorry the world is burning in flames and I am locking up my door. Isolationism may be strength or weakness... I do not care. For me, isolationism signifies peace. For I cannot find peace among my humankind. Anytime I stick my head out to have a look around, I get kicked in the head by some careless person. I am lucky that I am so peaceful in my small world of 3+1.
I leave you all to play your game; I pull my head back into my shell. But I'll be around, I have some more countries to visit. Perhaps see you around someday somewhere. Until then...
My warmest wishes to all humanity, or rather to what is left of it.