|
|
| Home Just In Communities Forums Beta Readers Dictionary Search | Login Register Extras |
Puzzled
Sometimes,
I just sit.
And think.
Why do we do the things,
That we do?
There are things in my life,
Qualities,
That I hate.
I’ve tried to change them,
I truly have,
And I’ve come a long way.
But I’m still imperfect.
A puzzle without all of
The pieces.
Yet,
When I see these qualities in others,
I cannot stand it.
Why must I be
A hypocrite?
Why do I continue living the way
That I do?
What can I do
To change it?
So many questions,
Not enough answers.
Or,
Is it,
So many answers,
Yet not enough
Questions?
Puzzling,
Indeed.
Life
Is complicated.
But,
I’ve figured out why we
Are here.
I’ve found my purpose
In life.
I am no longer living
For myself.
Yes,
There are still things that
Are confusing.
But now,
I know how to deal
With these things.
I know,
Why I and others must
Go through them.
It is not a mystery
Any more.
Yes,
I have finally
Arrived.