Help doesn't always come when it's expected to.
We don't always get what we see in the family photo.
Nobody seems to understand the confusion and disappointment one faces when assurance is not assured.
They think they are doing good, but the good has not been assured.
Good things don't always happen to good people.
The good people turn to the bad people.I ask myself why.
But why never come back with a satisfying answer.
I have come to believe one has to work it out without knowing why.
Because why always have a disadvantage and why always waste time, which is why I stop asking why to avoid filling my head with why?