Welcome to our new generation, we are the future(?)

REVISITED

For quite some time I've had this subject or topic (whatever you might want to call it) in the back of my head. It's been far too long for me to just let it be inside my head. Over the last 6 months that I've worked at my job I started seeing a whole different world during closing shifts. It's a depressive, bleak mood with struggles and addictions. Not a world of mindless fun and joy. Reality hit me hard. As a person, one wishes to have a good life surrounded by family and friends; family is what matters right? I'd like to believe that's the root of happiness.

I remember growing up. The concept of a family wasn't there, but I had family. I still do. I have friends. I have a job. I can't complain. Life is good and I am not complaining.  I shouldn't take everything for granted. I'm slowly losing track of what I want to say. In the past weeks I have seen first-hand what our generation is really like. I get to witness what real America is like. A young generation full of homeless young adults. Life is barely starting and yet they're homeless already. Some around my age, some younger. This is America... this is home. Drugs and alcohol seem to be what cloud reality. Some resort to "selling plasma" in order to buy food for the day. 

I remember when I was a kid, I would see this old homeless guy walking around our city. You could count the number of homeless with one hand in our city.  Old men who gave in to their addictions, lost in their own hell. Those were the homeless people I knew. Now, 15yrs later, homeless people everywhere and the stereotype has changed. They no longer are old men with addictions and lost minds. It is those old friends from high school who made a bad decision. Young kids who just happened to be at the wrong place and wrong time. When I see these people I feel bad because I don't think they should be in such situation.

I keep writing this hoping for something good. It's depressing to know about their current situation. Such a depressing thing to think about. But that is what I see every day. That is America. That's all for now, I had to get this off my chest. I'm going back to sleep. I'm glad I have a roof over my head.

3am coffee and happiness.

*(The picture to the right was taken on my walk the last Friday but I didn't feel like posting it. Not yet anyway).

I'm starting to think I write for the sake of it. Just to keep my thoughts alive, don't really have another reason. I doubt anyone but Creo and the other "follower" Roihu read this. Some just glance through it for a second or two, just like I've done before in the past on other sites. I read, I feel, and it's not enough to keep my head in peace. I'm tired of wondering and wandering for so long. 

I'm not even sure if what I write is more than worthless lines that mean nothing but a waste of time to people that bother to come look at this blog.

I write, I dislike, I delete and then start over again.

I keep trying to make a good post, to make something worthy of your time.

In hope that you'll understand I do too have something to share.

Not just a dumb rant about a lonely day... even if that was all that I had.

I read a few lines from other blog earlier tonight and then I wondered why do some people neglect what they have and yet believe they have nothing... that made me realize I have done so too in the past and still keep doing it to some extent.

I felt like a hypocrite and with no right to judge.

I apologize.

The few lines I've managed to write so far seem like a rant rather than a good use of space.

I didn't even try to make it look that way because I'm not mad or sad.

I'm ok with myself at the moment... listening to Hypomanie and waiting for an email about a picture I worked on Photoshop today.

But that's just another story for some other day.