As I stared out my window I couldn’t help but wonder, Why? Why did things turned out the way that they had?
I lived a great life, I had a loving husband and two perfect children. And before that I had parents who took great care of me, who showed me nothing but love and compassion. I was one of the lucky few who's life had started out good and would end that way. Still I was left to wonder, why? Why me and not someone else? Why was my life so great? I didn't do anything to earn or deserve it.
I had so many questions and not enough answers. I needed to know. I had tried asking everyone my whole life and I was only told to be grateful for what I had. I was grateful. I just wanted to know why, why things were the way that they were.
I had tried everything to find answers. I had looked until my eyes hurt, but I was still left empty handed. I knew I only had one option left, as selfish as it was I had to know. I had to know why the world was the way it was, why I was lucky enough to be happy, why we lived life. What was the point in it all?
I opened my window and jumped, not because I was sad, but because I needed to know. And I smiled as the ground came whooshing up to meet me.
Спасибо за чтение!
Мы можем поддерживать Inkspired бесплатно, показывая рекламу нашим посетителям.. Пожалуйста, поддержите нас, добавив в белый список или отключив AdBlocker.
После этого перезагрузите веб-сайт, чтобы продолжить использовать Inkspired в обычном режиме.