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The Fool by Andrew Leake

What is the point of it all? I mean really? Why are we alive? The Coronavirus has halted life to a stop and I’m worrying about how I’m going to feed my imaginary family. A great man once said ‘Here, have this one on me.’

Have you ever stopped and looked around at the destruction that human beings create? I mean, are people not a virus themselves? They occupy a piece of land, ravage all the resources and move on to the next piece of land. As I have gotten older I have realised that I don’t like people that much. 

But most of all I don’t believe that I belong in this society. Nothing makes sense to me. 

It’s as if we are living in an alternative reality where we are like Robots and we do what we’re told and adhere by the rules. Is it me that’s going mad or is it the world around me? I like to think it’s the world.

Death, destruction, adultery are all part of the game on this so called stage that we call life. We live and we die. There is no going back. We simply exist and yet I have to get up tomorrow and go to a job which makes me miserable. 

I don’t condone violence and I don’t start fights. 
I finish them. 
If truth be told it seems we’re all waiting around for things to change but nothing truly does. I am very lonely and I don’t know what else to say.