nothing is in people's hands

Nothing is in people’s hands.
They’re just actors, in different sides of this enormous the human race; they smile and cry whenever they’re told to do so.
Staying behind and looking at this dreadful unhappiness coming along side their body. It’s a grief. You feel it, you suffer, and you can do nothing.
People’s relation between them. Something which they’ve been said, it’s in their blood to love their own siblings and parents and husbands and wives. Why?
You are my sister so I love you I must have this feeling inside me, we have born from same place and our parents are the same.
Then what is it with loving somebody far from your nature and blood. You feel shy and nervous whenever you look at him and you’re close to the edge of madness, that one you call it love as well. you want to die for him , and after a while he cheats on you , or you’ll do, it doesn’t matter, cheating shouldn’t be physical, you cheat when you don’t think about him that much or when you don’t love him as you did before, that is having affair, because, you have resentful for your own heart , your own soul. I call it affair. You both y feel coldness and distance and you need to fill your time with the others.
You haven’t see your siblings for long time, because you are an actor you have to be anywhere you’ve been told to go and after a while you see them again with an stranger whom she says he is her husband , it’s so funny and ridiculous because you’ve been said you must love him too, why? Because he is my brother in law, a mother should be loved by her child, even though she never was there for him, just because she was the one who gave birth to the child. What nonsense.
You must let them in. let them in your heart and in your home and take care of them, because they are your relatives, where is morals and where is your own choice and your own manner, where is your own self?
It’s all over, it’s all over.
They put somebody up there, and they tell you, you must praise and worship him, why?
Because he is the king and this kingdom goes to his family or to his acquaintances, to people like him. To sheep like him, who is he himself, he is another actor, he is the silliest, he has more responsibilities than the simple one.
One day they decide that he is not obeying that much, so they let him go, they throw him out. And they will call it his retirement.
They put someone else somewhere up and they tell you he is the judge and he is the one who will decide weather you shall live or die. Whatever he says is the law. I pity this law.
Where are you, where is the real you? What is happening to you?
They call some lands .free lands and when you go look at t deeper you see nothing whcich represents freedom. Hey call some else religious lands, when you get in there. You see everything else but true religion. There is no heart and sincerity. They rape the tulips right away and they call it sanity.
They are not satisfied yet, so they build some holly places and they call on people to go and pray there, so they can get their wishes come true and their guilt goes away. Nobody ever asked who is in there, why we go in there to pray and worship? We can pray anywhere, what is difference. What is with praying, admiring?
What is with scarification and forgetting your own self for something else someone else?
Why not walking around, and do your stuff, without any must, without any obligation, without any orders. What is wrong with liking something, without being told to do it or feel it? What is wrong with giving a hand to a stranger without being any relation, just you and your heart and you, and your choice?