It's a strange world. We live to wonder what life is all about. And some don't really care to wonder at all. We want to know if there is a life after we die or if it's endless darkness. Some people wonder if there is a god and some are certain there is one. Someone who protects us at all times. Maybe that is just something we want to believe just because we don't want to be alone or maybe there is someone who is everywhere at once and watching over us all. I don't know. That's why it's a strange world. We want to know what came first between the egg or the hen. We believe in things we have no proof of and we fall in love with places we've never been. We wonder if we are ever going to be loved. We are sad and we are happy. We are sometimes scared and afraid, but we are also lucky and blessed.
Sometimes the world can confuse me. It confuses me how mean some people can be, but it also confuses me how good hearted someone can be despite everything they have been through. It also confuses me that if there is a god, how can there be so much pain and suffering in this world, but what would I know. I don't know much about the world. Not more than I have learned the few years that I have been alive. It's a strange world indeed, but it's our choice to make the most of it.
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Strange World
Short Story[ a - c o l l e c t i o n - o f - p o e t r y - a n d - s h o r t - s t o r i e s ] I hope you like my tiny little stories and poetry. Some of them are new, and some of them are old. Most of the things I write is made up. Some of it is f...
