Isn’t it crazy how this place called, prison – puts people in our lives and allows them to get close to us and suddenly tears them away?

Doesn’t it seem as though the moment you begin to feel some sense of peace it is abruptly snatched away?

Why then do we sabotage things ourselves?

Isn’t it bad enough that life itself it’s just plain cruel? Why must we destroy our own serenity?

It is too often that we don’t value what we have. Instead we gripe about what we lack or long for.

Why is it we never truly realize something is worth appreciating until it’s too late or until it’s gone.

Until its slipped from our grasp?

Doesn’t the world inflict enough pain upon us? If we believe so then why do we feel this undeniable need to indulge our destructive ways?

Why do we kick the things that are already down?

Would it the right thing to do be to lift them up? To build them up?

Are we so broken that all we know is how to damage, kill and destroy?

Where is the God in us?

Where is the God in you?

Where is the God in me?

And why does it all have to hurt so much?