As I look to the starry night sky, I think why. Why do people have to argue and fight? Why can't they simply just work their problems out and make things right? Why do men abuse women and children? When really, those women, sons and daughters while getting mentally and physically bruised still love their husbands and fathers can see the truth. The truth being that those men are so busy getting intoxicated with thoughts of thier own miserable pasts that they are blind to see all the gifts God has made up for them in the present they have to lose.
Still lost in the constellations, I start to question my patience, because I'm still waiting to live