As he lay on his bed, his mind buzzed with marijuana. He thought of everything that was going around him. The country had just elected a buffoon for the post of the prime minister; marijuana had been legalized and his life was ebbing away. It was not particularly a hopeful time to be around. The world was mired in foolishness, narrowmindedness, violence and stupidity of all kinds. At least that is the way it seemed if you read the news. It was easy to use broad strokes and paint an ugly unreal picture of the world; a picture that was wrong and did not do justice to one's inner conscience.
He wanted to have a reason to live: something that touched his soul and gave him inner peace. But where was this inner peace? What should he do before he parted away from this world that would make him not regret his life in his dying moments? This question was gnawing away at him every day and there seemed no light at the end of the proverbial tunnel that his life had become.
He wanted to have a reason to live: something that touched his soul and gave him inner peace. But where was this inner peace? What should he do before he parted away from this world that would make him not regret his life in his dying moments? This question was gnawing away at him every day and there seemed no light at the end of the proverbial tunnel that his life had become.
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