Balance

Why am I faced with a lifetime of balance in world in which it seems there is none?

It looks to me as if for every victory I enjoy in this life there is a pain that much be suffered either before or after my pleasure.

A youth of believing that work will set me free appears about as realistic a prospect as alien invasion yet perhaps the thought of little green men would be enlightening, if it wasn’t for the accompanying little green women.

Hancock.
Friends.
Two and a Half Men.
The life of the UltraBomb.

Giver and taker.
Give and take.
Good and evil.
Pain and pleasure.

The life of the millionaire that ends in tragedy.
The gifted musician who dies in a pool of their own blood and vomit.
The wrestling superstar addicted to drugs.

WHY IS EVERY GOOD BALANCED BY AN EVIL??

For every smile I break there is a tear I shed for it is the way of this person. A slave to the system and to the fate of this world. Nevermore can I enjoy the moment for what it seems to be for I now know exactly what it is.

Mediocrity cannot hide behind positive deeds any longer.

And there is the problem…living is a problem because everything dies.

The key to happiness for me is finding where you draw the line between being part of this world and turning a blind eye to it.

For every smile there is a tear. For every birth there is a death and for every ramble there is someone who needs to but cannot.

Pochemuchka99

Never accept the world with which you are presented