Twisted thoughts float around my head about how unjust yet poetic life can be. The break down and re-build of the human psyce. Whatever don't kill you will make you stronger. No one said it would be easy. What are we to make of it all? Too much to keep track of, tired of being tested and judged. A tedious and tiresome process.
When luck turns to add laughter to my day my heart sings with joy and sadness. Every emotion plays a chorus on my emotionally exausted being. A blissful moment followed by a lifetime of regret and pain. The day to day tedious chores to be done just to make it through the day.
We work so hard for what? Whatever we get from life is who we are. It is all we can take with us. All we leave is the impact that we make on others. Everything else is bullshit.
