How does it fill do be a soldier, taking your sword out of your enemy's body, ready to **** once again in the middle of a battlefield?
Or a prisoner, waking up for your 1564 day in prison, knowing you have 3467 more to go?
Or a girl, who walks through the school gate, praying she won't be bullied today?
Or a cow, hearing her fellows being carelessly killed next door, and realizing what's coming?
Or an old man, taking his last breaths after a long fight with the pain of third stage cancer?
Or a young kitten, seeing its mother run by a car?
Or a cashier in a supermarket, running another item through the barcode scanner after doing it all day?
Or a holocaust "survivor", taking a deep breath and watching the birds fly, after hiding under his best friends floor for three years strait, and then finding out that the war is not over and his friend just gave him to the Nazis in exchange for some food?

How does it feel, being trapped in this world without any clue about possible alternatives?

Well, it feels like ****.