Life throws you curveballs, monkey wrenches in the gearworks.
Basically you never if rarely get the life you wished for. The trick is to keep on breathing, that’s all fine and good. Except if you you are being dragged down into the chasms and abyss of darkest despair and bitterness. That’s a little bit of what deppressives go through.
Mortality looms when you start to see a parental unit fading and in pain.
You think where is the plan and what is the meaning?
Then the rage and anger comes barrelling in destroying everything in its path.
That is the circle of life. You’re born and then you die…