With all the things the world has to offer, why is it, as we get older, we become softer? With all the inspirations one can muster, why does life become cluttered? As we try to be the best we can, with good intentions not everything goes to plan. Life is a trial no doubt, but we feel miserable if we have to go without, live, love and learn, as we grow through life we learn to live, love and even yearn.

We all grow on borrowed time, its not questionable, it’s a very fine line and precise, the complexities of life is not how we lived it or what we have done, but how we share it with others, we are all on the same rock, none of us are exempt, why do some view others with contempt? We are all different in our ways, but who gave someone else to right to question who, how or what we do as right or wrong? For far to long we have been told how it will be, where did our right to be free go? Our right to think how we like, to openly say how we feel, without question or doubt or be judged by an equal.

Why do people feel the desire to control others, do they think its right? When will they learn that humanity when suppressed will always try to fight, for freedom and liberty, to be free as a bird and to take flight. Why has humanity been programmed to be in competition? Why must we keep up with the rich & infamous, why can’t we be humble enough for what we need, instead of being left to feel we want what others have.

And when you get to an age to sit back and ponder and wonder, why you went through it all, just remember that it was because it was what you were told how to use the one thing you outright owned…… that was your life!!