Why is life so unfair? I'm I the one at fault? Or shall I blame another? The twist and twirls that one experiences through life only suggest that the ride has begun. Where does it end? Is the last gasp of air the end? The inquiring minds wonder day in and night out, why does these ungrateful considerate of our emotions wander toward us. We stand together and face the unknown, though it seems like we know. Is life in script with the fault that is genetically inclined to our being? Where does the blame point too, our parents? God, for he created us! …
