Many aspects of this world and life anger me right now.
I hate the fact that my father worked hard his entire life, always treated people with respect and kindness, gave of himself to all, and especially to me, yet he was robbed of being able to finally retire and enjoy the fruits of his labour.
He is taken away, yet people who kill, steal, abuse their spouse, abuse strangers, lie, cheat, deceive or otherwise contribute nothing positive to the world, continue to live to inflict suffering, and in some cases thrive on it.
I despise the bureaucracy of our world, in which people are only numbers, we are assigned a number at birth, a tax number, a health number, a marriage number, and even a death number. To be wiped away from their systems once our time is up.
Having to deal with many facets of government recently has highlighted to me how people fall trough the system so easily. It was only when I myself contacted higher powers that I was finally treated as a human, I guess when people feel that their employment is in jeopardy, they actually begin to take their work seriously.
I hate myself for being a burden to my father for too long, and the fact that I can never repay him in this life the way I feel I should.
I am angry that I am powerless to change what happened. I am angry that I must feel this world now deprived of the radiant spark of my father.