Life is full of
pain; it runs through our veins, it drips down into our souls like I thick,
thick liquid of pain. People get hurt; some live with it and some can’t bare it
anymore. This world this life, is just a series of pain everyone
goes through. No one is ever happy and those who say they are lie, or their happiness
fades as something worse replaces it. How can anyone be happy in a world of
never ending desires?
But
then again maybe the pain and suffering people go through leads us to a death
of happiness. And the little things that make us happy now, are just glimpses
of what is to come.
Maybe that is
why the world suffers, so that someday we can appreciate what is to come, so
that we see that we didn’t go through it all for nothing. Or maybe that’s what
we have to believe to keep moving forward.
What if maybe
we are all a phoenix bird, just waiting and going through the pain to get to
our immortality; our rebirth.
The maybes of the world only to be
answered in a grave.
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