Easy there sport, your face is contorting and your lungs are tighter then the Beatles, your stomach is turning and you feel like whatever you did to deserve this isn’t worth it.
You’re not down, maybe a little self absorbed and dramatic. But my eyes can see the same stuff yours does. Unless you’re blind or dead.
I can see the pointless climb of human struggle. The manipulation of men by men for men. Polishing each rock to climb better, this is the human races aspiration. It hurts. And though it hurts I’m not sure if I’m outraged. Probably just shocked that this is okay. Don’t people accomplish more When they work together?