I don't get it

So many things that happenned that are unexplainable. So many questions left unanswered. So little truth, the real truth are on the surface. How are we going to continue surviving on hope when it is false hope? I don't get it. How people can smile at a dire situation that seems crumbling without hesitation?

We are deeply saddened by the recent murder case of a young girl. We are deeply saddened by the situations of our safety which is close to none now. We are deeply saddened by the facts of our hearts, which should turn sincere, now shadowed by treachery, scandals, evil. How often do we face ourselves, ask questions that we want answering, and getting a truthful answer with a guarantee? I don't get it. Our society is turning vague, dark, no more close relations with each other.

I wish to change. I want to change. I don't boast, but the least I can do is contribute what I can for a change. Yet, I was a little down when my relatives thought my chosen path was for another path: working. My answer is NO, I don't choose this course for the sake of "just having another degree to make myself employable" or "my career path will change and it has nothing to do with what I learn now". NO, I choose to follow it through and through because I love that course, and the career aspects that is to come after that. I don't get it, why people tell me to change my mind?

Sigh, the media. Our very own mass media. How many now are reporting according to what it is? How many wanted to change but are afraid of the consequences? How many wanted to obtain media freedom, speech freedom, writing freedom? But yet, if media freedom is obtained, how many are planning to exploit it? How many are scheming for scandals for their own benefits? How many are true to their fair and balanced reporting? I don't get it, why can't the media stand up for themselves?

My temper raised now and then. It always strained friendships, family ties, love relationships. I have a love/hate relationship with it. When it was raised at the right time, I woke up a conscience that was in a deep sleep. But if not, I make things worse for both. Me and the other person. But sometimes I get angry because I want to have questions answered. I don't care how hurt I'll be knowing the answer, as long as it's an answer, and I'll be satisfied. My heart is known to heal itself quicker than before. But I don't get it, why are you so hesistant to answer questions with my anger soaring? Shouldn't it be answered before it became worse?

Sigh, I don't get it. Too many uncovered truths, who to believe? Anonymous people who I've never seen before starts hurling accusations. They respond through the media without hesitation of not being nice. It a war of words. Who wins when both the media and the Internet are unbelievable sources now? Extremism, it just had to exist. Lies, it just had to exist. Betrayal, it just had to exist. Cowardness, it just had to exist. I hate Pandora and her box. Can we find a better box?

I don't get it. It's so hard to be human now.

Oh wait. We are human, just back to become primitive humans.

I just don't get it. And my questions will be left unanswered until I can find it.