Sometimes the thought drives me crazy, “Why do bad people have good things happening to them? Why can they be so happy? Why can everyone like them? And the good ones get lost in the background or have bad things happening to them”
At a later day, i know, i would realise that everything that did happen was for my eventual good. That it was a lesson i had to learn, before moving any further in life. That there is someone up there watching over me, caring for me. But then the whole hopeless-ness and unfairness at this precise moment tears me to pieces.
I pray for justice, and hope!
sometime v struggle thru a tasteless coffee till d last sip & v find sugar lying at the bottom … that’s LIFE … always sweetened but sometimes nt stirred well …… 😀