Granted I’ve only been alive for twenty years, sometimes I get a little arrogant about my experiences. I think, “I’ve felt it all, there’s nothing new to feel.” Then life likes to slap me across the face as if to say “Try this out for something to feel.”
I’m not ungrateful for all that I have, I know I’m far above the world’s poverty line and I’ve got great friends to spare. My grades are good, I have a dog, I just got a new phone, I’ve survived twenty years of living, and those are just a couple of the things I have to be grateful for. All of those things, and yet I keep going back to one thing that’s happening to me and questioning its existence. The age old question of “Why do bad things happen to good people?” I don’t believe in karma, nope. I scratched that off the list of real things, like Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy. There’s no such thing as you being good so that good things will happen to you, because think about Gandhi and Martin Luther King? Sure, they weren’t perfect, but they certainly weren’t bad people by any means and yet bad things fell upon them.
I guess I’m still trying to figure things out. There’s so much to know and so little time. My brain is doing its best to make sense of it all and I’m just trying to catch up. I want to make everything right in the world. I want to make everything right in my world. Right now a lot of things seem so backwards and I can’t seem to get them back on track. I wish life was easy like the button on the Office Depot commercials.