Or is it that nothing in life really ever goes wrong.
Is it that life is continuous, but we deny it?
but that life takes its course
no matter what we do
to change it,
to stop it,
to make it work,
or break it into pieces…
…and just give up?
Who do we blame
when we realize
that we have become unhappy
with who we are, or where we are going,
or that perhaps we are just not getting there fast enough?
Who?
When?
Why?
If we sit and ponder
our minds will wander,
slowly life will surely pass us by!