Why do people always get in touch with us in the busiests moments
And then they vanish without a trace when we need them the most?
Why do we come up with thousands of ideas for activities while having no time for any
And then run out of ideas while being overwhelmed by our free time?
Why are we bedridden on the days when we crave to go out and stop thinking
And why are we always on the go when we wish to slow down and think for a while?
Why are we always affected by people that hurt us the most or don’t care at all
And meanwhile we totally ignore those who would do everything for us?
Why do we underestimate things that we surely possess
And overestimate those that we are about to loose or which we’ve never had?
Because at the end of the day every cloud has a silver lining
And we are grateful to each struggle for making us wiser and stronger.