The Point of Existence

The point of your existence and the reason why you follow a certain
path has always been a wondrous thing to me. It’s like looking at the
world from a 100 miles up, as it rotates and changes in a split second,
each rotation changing peoples lives forever. But I feel that movement,
the wheels turning , cogs interlocking, puzzle pieces slotting into
place. Yet I still wonder why I’m here in China, it doesn’t feel I’ve
learnt much except the pitiful human nature of people.
When given the chance to piss on people, they take it, because the
rules are bent and broken here.
How many times have I heard “This is China”, which translates as “I
don’t give a f*ck”.
All the things people would not do in there own country, respect,
behavior, abuse, fidelity, honour, disappear like they never existed. I
despise those people and would leave them to bleed in the gutter ,
ignoring their cries if they needed my help. You made your choice, deal
with it, live with it, there is no way back for you…..
At least I can hold my head up that I didn’t change when I came here.

Exodus imminent, extraction rolling…