The Little Playground Called "the Earth"

       When I look at some people, I can't keep but think that a great mistake has been made in the universe. Why do "someone" creates a place and then sends a bunch of organisms to tear it apart? 
       It maybe enough to build a well-organized world in six days but appareantly it needed much more time to create harmless souls. Or there was no mistake and the primary intention was to bring out imperfect souls who will later turn into flawy machines that destroy anything they'll come across: hearts, minds, thoughts, perfection; anything that matters to the pure souls.
      While the black side gets stronger in the process of time, with its billions of soldiers; the other, white side, learns how to survive and keep its head up, and also strengthen its inborn powers. Maybe sitting back and watching this combat (I really don't wanna mention the word "entertaining") is helpfull to figure out and build up the best species.
      Unfortunatelly, when looking back, it's hard to say that a successful job has been made. Instead of getting better, each attempt brings another member in the black army.
      Whose fault is this? The ones who voluntarily choose to be the part of that side or... Does it even really matter what we choose? When you're helplessly left into the playground that is surrounded by the wild animals, can you get a chance to change those animals and count them in your game?
      The point is, there's no point... I'm just saying, the world would be a perfect place without the people inside it. And the people? That no one can be perfect, doesn't have to mean everyone should be imperfect. For the last few centuries, the equation is being corrupted which makes it worse living in this world than it already is. Poor Earth! It has no fault. Cause it's not broken, the people are...

About some people...

Even the ones who have nothing but lots of teeny-tiny thoughts which are no use of human development, as a matter of fact, have one big important belief in their minds that can be called "the illusion of the reality" in which they think that they exist as important(sometimes "the most") creatures (here again,sometimes "persons") and they feel like they're breathing, smelling, seeing, touching and tasting, in brief living; which is exactly day-dreaming until they wake up in the real world which was especially created for the purpose of people to be and also act like real human beings.

Life...

Just a four-letter-word which is always used by everyone whole their lives... oooopps! (I did, too)

Are we really aware of its exact meaning? Do we really live as we are supposed to? We mostly don't give it a much thought. -as long as we breath-

If you ask me, this simple word is one of the most complicated terms in this world. Especially for the ones (like me) who find it hard to fit in. As all the places were already reserved long ago in this ship called "life", we're just waiting for our turns to take the opening sits. This journey may take years... long years.
Sometimes we laugh and smile and we're delighted but all these feelings easily fade away. The other times? We fight and kill and cry and hate each other and destroy all the things around and so on... We can do even the most unimaginable things. Every damn second. For what? To get the most comfortable sit with a good view. And then? When we look around and can't see anyone else on our table, what kind of pleasure would it be?

This cracked ship ain't worth such a living. Either to the ones who pray for the tables and the comfortable chairs around or to the others who can even kill for those sits, "life" doesn't know the word called eternal happiness. And the waves never leave the ocean.