Why does life gives
me so much displeasure?
Many times in
my life people tell me,
“Isn’t it wonderful that the Lord
has allowed me to live?”
My answer, voiced or silence, is that “I want more….”
I’m not being ungrateful, simply truthful, because we live our lives to mostly witness and cause suffering, and not to add our beauty or compassion.
I’m not being ungrateful,
I simply can not put so much power to a Being,
because then it wouldn’t truly
be my life.
It’s as if I were a pet,
and that I should be grateful to be
alive, and not put down.
Is death so bad,
that we should be grateful to
be alive with so much suffering?