Babies are born, then they all die.
We are all born to die.
What we do with the short space between
birth and our last breath is up to us.
I don't know if it is fair.
Life isn't fair.
There isn't always a rainbow
at the end of every storm.
And I am still looking for that ***
of gold at the end of the rainbow.
They say the grass is greener on the other
side.
Yet, sometimes once you get to the other
side it is a desert.
You just have to keep pushing through.