Life is continuous, a never ending web of confusions and hidden messages
From the simplest things as a complement to the hardest bearings as death
But from each experience you get stronger and wiser even if you don’t want to be
For not a lot of people want to be what is to be of them or of others
And for other people the simplest bearings causes too much hard ache
And for other people the hardest bearings are nothing for them
But for other people death is just an obstacle in life
Yet for other people death is but the next step to life
But people would think other people are an obstacle to their own life right?
So how can people deal with other people if their a burden to their life?
Wouldn’t that cause life to stop?
Yet we continue in our lives
Knowing the hardship of others
Knowing the story of tragedies from others
But do they know YOUR tragedy?
Would the life of a tragic person change if they knew your tragedy?
Would they appreciate you if they see how easy you have it?
That someone in this world might make it to the top, just not them?
I would think not
And I would think that life is just a dream, a nightmare, a never ending sleep
A confusion, an obstacle, a miracle, a heaven, a hell, a life….
Life is just a life?
Or is life just living its life?
Life might be what you are thinking about right now
What obstacle of life am I going through right now to read this poem?
What’s the meaning behind this?
Oh but I can answer that…
It just means that life is a continuous, never ending web of confusions and hidden messages.