Life is a bitch!
“He who binds to himself a joy, Does the winged life destroy. He who kisses the joy as it flies, Lives in eternity’s sunrise.” William Blake Or is it? For the last some years, life has been a bitch to me. It feels like nothing is going my way and every moment, every second feels like a struggle. Why does it feel that I am being deceived, cheated and fooled by life? Why does it feel that I have lost my laughter, the mirth I found that life had to offer? Why am I moaning and grousing about what and how my life is? Or at least that’s my perspective. Is life really a bitch? As I walked back from the gym today as usual complaining to God about how he is so unfair to me, not helping me in my quest to lose weight once again (this would be the third time that I have gained weight to unhealthy levels) calling life a bitch, a small voice in my head spoke up…who is the real bitch here? If you use me and abuse me and have totally unreal expectations from me, and can...