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Sometimes one asks whether or not life is fair

Why did my grandfather have to die from cancer instead of being here to watch me triumph?

Why does each and every one of my relationships seem to fail?

Leaving my once warm-hearted personality irrecognizable

So the routine goes, remember the memories, brush the dust off, forget the person



Sometimes one askes whether or not life is really worth it

Trying to help people out but, only getting smacked down by that same person

Lending a helping hand to others while some choose to bite the hand that lifted them

Being honest, giving your 110%, and only being so lucky to get even half of that in return

All while people who are appealing to the eye seem to get all of those things without work put in

While people who have eyes that can't take in said appeal can see more than anyone else can

The lies

The deceit

The pain

The passion

The love

...being there



And in that, I once believed, and in some cases, still believe

In God

Even though more and more people doubt him and his power

Even though the same people that were supposed to deliver his message are committing atrocities against the same people they swore to keep faithful

The Government

Even though it be a disfunctional system and in some cases, a total lie

In peace

Even though things happen that shock the hell out of me

Even though members of my own family were sent to the battlefield for this sham of a war

In marriage, when even the Catholic church says, til death do us part

And then the government comes in and divorces

In family

Even though children go through unspeakable acts of abuse

And are sometimes brought into this world under the shittiest of circumstances

In love

When the good guys and gals are not given the light of day to prove themselves

And while those same people are used and manipulated



Sometimes one would ask, why live?

So, I say sit down and I'll tell you, we live, because this is our recompense.

we live to help

we hurt with the hurting

to cry with everyone who sheds a tear

and to heal those wounds

That is why we are here.

Any questions?