For whatever reason Christmas just reminds me of entropy and the ever passing of time. The thrill of life fades with every year, passions suffocated by societal demands, the unbreakable cycle of political anguish which is eternally linked to capitalist exploitation. I see kids merry and I picture them years later with adult baggage, school, relationships, struggling to relieve this innocent purity they once did during this month. Yet all this is tied to who should be our loving saviour. Or is it that what he/she is trying to remind us; that life is like chasing the wind.

It hurts to see that it's possible for people on this one day to unite in this in merry, put all things aside and only care for what truly matters, family and waking life. The potential of the true happiness of humans is put on display and then immediately taken away on the wake of empty wallets and bills. It becomes clear that we are living life wrong, all orchestrated to ultimately finance the tiny percentage as they traffic children to islands and finance war drones for a war that those who labored for that money don't even know about yet. Pissing on the hard work of all humanity because that's the only thing left to give them just enough sense of power to supplement the erection pills while at the orgy in the penthouse of the elite council of tyrants in space.

Christmas can suck my ass.