Life is a mystery. We strive to master the art of good living but somewhat we always come short.
Life is a mystery no matter how insulated; guarded we think we are, somehow something is always burning.
Even in the keenest of moments somehow, something is always a miss.
Life is a mystery.
Never rushing; never sluggish; we approach strategically, confidence exuded, suddenly NO STRENGTH to battle on; NO STRENGTH to weep, we are surrendered to fate with all the assurance given; nothing gives.
Life is a mystery.
An enemy known, an adversary understood whose attack we not only prepare for but equally calculate our percentage win over; suddenly destruction; depression;dept; death are part of the result.
Life is a mystery.
Our conclusion; life is self balancing and we are never allowed to have it our way.
As the good book says; The race is not for the swift, or Battle for the strong nor Food to the wise; or Favor to the learned; But time and chance happens to them all. Ecclesiastes (9:12).
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