why is it...
that the worst happens at the best times?
that you notice the flowers on days it is convenient for you?
that this lifetime is always about endings and beginings and adjusting?
when you love and give and empty yourself of what you have to give, it is not enough to get what you think you want?
when you speak up, just honestly communicate with someone it is seen as brave and a rarity instead of a choice and put on a pedestal?
why do people kill people with their hands and with their words?
why do i let my stress get the better of me and snip at people when love says i should respond in grace, outside myself?
why is it ok to talk each other down from doing something right because it is hard?