Four simple letters.

Does it ever get easier?

Everyone should know the answer.

Life.

We are created by God, born into this world.

Our parents gave us life, we grow up, we go on living, we make mistakes, We get old and then we die.

And all the while we learn to feel, to cry, to hate

But most of all, we learn to hurt

Inside…

Life.

Does it ever get easier?

No.

There’s all the pain, the stress, the pressure, the worry…

We question our sexuality, our feelings, our emotions;

We question our existence on earth,

In which our very existence was created by God,

Because we all have a role to play in this stage called life.

Whether small or big, we contribute to the ever-changing community of the modern world,

We shape the future, we’ve lived the past;

We see the world in black and white; we see it in different ways,

Never the same way twice.

It’s what makes us different from each other,

We are all different—race, colour or nationality

But created equal

Because we are humans to begin with.

We are outcasts in a lonely world in a population of 6.5 billion people.

Life.

It’s human nature to crave acceptance, to long for attention,

To be loved and cared for among family

To want to spend time with friends,

Going out and enjoy their company, and have fun.

It’s human nature to be lonely, to be in pain, to be jealous, to be heart-broken, to be happy, to be excited, to be depressed

It’s all part of growing up.

It’s not easy but we manage to struggle through it.

We go from infantry, to childhood, to adolescence, to adulthood and finally old age,

And eventually we die.

Life.

We, as humans, make stupid mistakes and we screw up.

Sometimes we learn from them, sometimes we don’t.

God allowed us to have free will.

But there are horrors, unspeakable evil in this violent society.

Murders, rapes, drugs, suicides, abuse, adultery, corruption, war, famine

Are what we have to see, heard or listen on TV, radio and movies.

Yes it is a harsh, cruel world to grow up in, that we have to face and bear.

But then again that’s life.

Four simple letters. How could it be so complicated?

Like a never-ending twisting, complex puzzle?

See, that is something we all have to figure out.

Sometimes we feel like we are treated like puppets, like dolls.

The world is a theatre stage, and we are the audience,

Observing and watching ourselves, like it is all one big joke.

Reasons and intentions we have but these can be easily manipulated.

This is what makes us human beings.

Where does the line have to be drawn, though?

Fate and destiny are determined by the lines etched in sand,

And these lines can be crooked and contorted

Uncertain of where the path might lead to those who await.

Life.

Nobody really understands it.

I don’t.

We are seduced by life and yet so far attached from it.

It sure is confusing and ain’t easy.

It sucks.