Painting Beauty with the Ashes

In life we’ll go through suffering and sorrow. We did not choose to be born and thus we’re tossed into this world. I am certain there is such a thing as justice. However justice in the hands of imperfect beings is not just. We made this world what it is and we as people do all we could which is our utmost best to do right. Unfortunately doing right is usually far from our grasp. Pain comes like a thief in night taking away our innocence. The world spins out of control people pitted against each other and those whose hearts are soft and gentle they suffer most of all. The anguish and misery soaks our heart and sinks into our veins. We become troubled burdened beyond belief and feel we are to blame... To be Continued...