We venture through life as a wandering soul,
searching for answers about many things
Who we are?
Why we are here?
When will it all end?
Why me?
Questions endless aligned in streams
Yet answers seem like a crevice and seamsin a harsh desert
where life juices is scarce
drop by drop the voice appears
when things go wrong
It is so easy for us to push the blame to things out of our locus of control,
that makes us feel better for a moment
but when we awaken from our dream of blame,
we get rudely awaken from our slumber of excuses.
Most never get to solve their problems
and wind themselves out of misery
because they choose to be in such a state.
Human beings are such sadistic things,
we like to watch movies that make us cry.
We like to watch others in pain once in a while.
Perhaps we too choose to feel sorry for ourselves
when things don't go our way.
are we a victim of circumstances or a victim by choice?