Why? Why does life have to be one big puzzle? The one mystery that even the best of the best can never solve. Everyday met with more challenges, Everyday dealing with either the past or the present. It seems that the puzzle of life will never be finished, someone is always going to be there to add another piece to the never ending picture, or to simply take one out. A baby born and another death, each one with its very one piece. Something special, something to hold on to, something worth living for. Some people find their piece right away, and they should consider themselves lucky. Some take a bit longer and sadly enough, some never find theirs at all. Each Person has their own personality; their own piece to the puzzle that was considered the very circle in life...
Why must daily thoughts consist of my past, present or future? Why must daily thoughts be confusing, puzzle worthy and dramatic? Why are there murders, robbers, kidnappers, child molesters, perverts and split personalities? Why must it be that without fights and money the survival circle around us would crumble at our feet? Who is god, why is he here and why should we believe? Why is heartbreak so painful and how dose love hurt so much? Well these questions will never be answered because the questions change and answers update so let me break it down. Every human being is self-centered in one or another rather it be looks, career, love or hate, life in general. Life will always be dramatic, confusing and not to mention puzzle worthy because the world will never be figured out, this is because everyone in it has a mind of their own and these minds build and rebuild the world repeatedly like a broken record player. There are murders, robbers, kidnappers, child molesters, perverts and split personalities because some people many people can't handle the weight of the world, some or born this way, maybe dropped on their heads at a rather young age. But no-one is perfect so rather we like it are not these people who are still as human as we will always be here and without fights and money there would be no negotiating, compromising, sports or politics and without money the survival circle would crumble because nothing is ever free even freedom is never free and god is someone or something used who is looked up to in many different formalities used for belief, comfort and because in the end love still hurts and love still cries, freedom isn't free and love is the battlefield.
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