My reality

by Tomieka   May 25, 2007


The world, such a meaningless place full of pain and anguish with no one able wanting or willing enough to understand it. Instead people use excuses to make perfect sense out of total nonsense
When somebody dies no matter how dear to you they were, it was their time or everything happens for a reason.
When you get hurt, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
When something good happens its good luck, you deserved it, or your hard work just paid off.
If something bad happens its karma, or just bad luck.
But... what if there were no excuses...things just happened and that was that, No questioning no nothing and you just moved on. would people perceive things the same way?
For some people its one or the other, there is always an excuse or there is a constant emptiness. But what if you were caught in the middle or neither reason or passive existence?

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