Why? It isn't fair!
Why sadness doesn't pick or choose! Have you ever said 'why me'? I know I have..many times! It's a phrase that we learn right from when we were small children. 'Do your homework!' 'But why me, I don't want to' 'You are too sick to go to the party' 'Why me? That's not fair!' Sound familiar? What about as we get older. A friend betrays us, we get knocked back for that job, we fail an exam. It hurts. We want to cry. We want to blame somebody, or something. The problem is, asking why, doesn't ever seem to make it better. Why? Because there is no right answer to this question. Sometimes I feel like asking why is the story of my life. I've just, after many years, started to recover from my severe depression, then I end up in hospital for a few weeks with some physical issues. Then I get home, and as I heal, I get told a very horrible thing. My best friend has cancer, and it doesn't look good. My first response.