Why

Why aren't things the way they are supposed to be. You've seen the films you've read the books, yet somehow the mirror of real life is cracked. The image distorted, into some strange contortion. Everything is not as it appears...Nothing is quite as good as it seems. Every blessing has it's problem, and in the end it will be shrugged off with...'thats life'

And that is life indeed. A grand don't come for free, a man once said. Nothing, no nothing in this damn world is easy. Nothing is straightforward, as it should be, as it was intended. Even love itself is twisted into some bittersweet romance where hurt and pain thrive. Thoughts invade the mind, and change even the simplest things into the most complex of problems. Why, why, why i scream must things be so. Cannot what is meant to be, flow freely through time with unending ease and happiness. Must we struggle for that which we know we are intended. Or is it itself unintended, merely an illusion of the mind.

F**k you world! And yet i must endure you for another day...and another...and another

Thought for the Day: The game of life is hard to play, we're gonna lose it anyway....