Life

Why does life have to be so   hard sometimes? Is life such a crime it flips like a dime…heads or tails you make the call… make the call it wont matter eventually we all fall, even the strongest of walls seem to fall… is this what we call living… isnt life suppose to be about giving..? Why is the word live backwards evil and the word lived backwards devil?  What is the reason for me to have so many questions …. And yet there are no answers only redemptions…I suppose if it wasn’t called living what would we call it… actually we couldn’t…  we no longer know the number…Now that is funny shit i dont care who you are…people say when it rains it pours… Not always true good or bad weather cant take away when I’m feeling blue…and what really sucks  is i actually like the color blue… although there are some shades i prefer over others… even though i still cant remember the numbers and yes people do have favorites if they admit it or not… are they not the very reason for which we have fought…for are they not the very ones whom which we adore…? So many questions so few answers its sounds exactly like what is know as cancer. Imagine that if you could … or should i say if you would… and yet we wont and we dont … and again i say so many question and so few answers… this is what we call life… what we call life… kind of crazy right?