Problems, problems

 Has anyone ever just simply looked out their window (if you’re lucky enough to own one) and thought to themselves, enough is enough? If not then you’re one of the lucky ones who may or may not live on another planet. There was a time when life was enjoyable without the need of becoming disconnected with reality, ever wondered where that life disappeared to? Or is life too enjoyable now to worry about such petty matters? Everything now is about money, like we people are here to provide an income for a privileged few who continuously flog us with a proverbial whip, telling us to work harder for less money. But is it just money that is the problem now, could it also be the power held by a few that is another contributing factor? This was going to be a story about Cornwall and the fact only 10 genuine affrdable homes were built, out of a total of 2600 homes. And our network infrastructure requires £billions to be updated, which is why there are rumours that some services could be cut completely. Money doesn’t just grow on trees, money is stolen from elsewhere to spend on projects like HS2. But money isn’t stolen as its the Government thats taking it, but stealing is stealing right? Wrong. Some people can take your money and it not be called stealing, so when is stealing stealing and when is stealing not stealing? And why is it right or wrong and who decides if its right or wrong?

Just sit down and think about some things, do they make more sense now then they did 20 years ago? If not, think about the reasons why they’re more confusing, does it all come to greed? Or is that theres some sort of order things have to comply with, if something doesn’t fit into a catagory then it doesn’t exist? Is there any protection there for the uncatagorized so that they can live a fair life? How is that some people seem to be forgotten or ignored, who is it thats doing the forgetting or ignoring? How do we solve the problem of problems and how do we find the problems in the first place? Who decides what a problem is, you, me, them? Do our problems arise from a class system, where someone high and mighty decides what or who we are, and we’re simply their pets who run in a giant wheel providing them, the upper classes, with power? What would happen if we stopped running in the wheel? If we’re so obsessed with catagorizing everything then maybe we should start catagorizing our problems. If sorting out the problems of the world was our duty, how would we do it, where we start? Would we do a better job than them that are doing it now. Take a look around you and think about what you could do to make your neighbourhood or your country or wherever a better place, try sticking some new rhetorical wallpaper on a rhetorically dead tree. Maybe people nowadays think about the wrong stuff or maybe we just think differently? Or maybe we don’t think atall, kinda see why people might do that.