Compulsive

Zulu fighter, bushdoctor, king of honour, what to do when life is no good, not worth living. More honour? Bullshit. The thirst of honour is a spiriual deasise. I don't give a dam! I just want meaning, happiness, peace, sex and rest. I could die now, no problem, but I'm driven to continue, have no plans on taking my own life.

Complaining, for what? Fear of that history shall repeat itself? More bad feelings...

I'm looking for to rest in sadness