The Human Race

How can you take the "goodness" and know its weight. How can you compare one to another and say: this is good, that one is bad. It is just impossible. Impossible as to taste oxygen in the air. It is like to catch the butterfly and hold it forever. Impossible. Impossible as to look at the sunset all evening without stopping. Just impossible. We are all the same. Human race, I mean. Everyone need the same: love, health, peace. This is what everyone asks for. Strange, isn't it? We all travel hundred of kilometres just to see an ocean, even though, we just want to run from the place we are born in. We travel hundred of kilometres just to see the place where is better than here, but we can not find it. Isn't that weird, that we, human race, live on the earth, when in our planet 71 percent is water? We are crazy. We are mad. We are human. We are throwing the food that we do not like to eat, even though in the world thousand of children are suffering from the hunger. We look at the flower and smile if it is big and colourful, but we look at the fat kid and we laugh from him or her. Even though, both of them are made by the Mother Nature. We, human race, meet people, talk to them and then gossip them  with others, even though, we do not want that others would do the same. We are selfish. We are cynics. We are liars. We are everything that our parents warn of. We are like that. All like that. All this human race. We are like that.