Why do I write?

ByAndrzej



Why do I write?



 

I write because I am angry. Yes, I am! 

While watching television, I saw 25 hours a day of politics and business. 

On my computer, 99 percent of emails are about what I must buy.

Robotic calls are coming around the clock.

Even my work follows me home.

What about my privacy?

What about my life?

Yes, I am angry. Aren't you?

 Andrzej

In a world of politics and ads so loud, privacy's lost in the bustling crowd. The author's writing, fueled by their rage, is a reflection on how life has turned into this stage.

It's like a reality show, unplanned, with cameras rolling, life's not so grand. Imagine a picnic, peaceful and bright, then a marching band shows up, what a sight!

So, join the author, feel the same way, in this chaotic, noisy, everyday fray. Let's laugh together, find some cheer, in this wild ride, let's persevere! ðŸŽ‰ðŸ˜„

Hope you enjoy it! ðŸ˜Š



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