Life Sucks

During my seventeen years of life, I have come to this conclusion: life sucks.  Are there good times? Sure.  Is there always hope? Of course.  Nevertheless, life sucks.  When you work as hard as you can to achieve something, you have to continue working harder to achieve the next goal.  If you look in the mirror and like what you see, get the magnified mirror because you must be missing something.  If you do not like what you see, fix your face and body, not your mindset.  The more you give, the less you receive.  This is the twisted world we now face.  Romance is a hoax.  Friendship is conditional.  Do I honestly believe any of this? I do not know, but it is how I feel.  And I know I am supposed to cover these feelings; that is one of my specialties.  But, you know what? I am sick.  I am tired.  I am done.  I have struggled and fought with perfection my entire life, and he always wins.  I always lose.  I am an optimistic giver, and the world has been built to combat and destroy all that I am made of.  I believe in God.  I believe in Grace sufficient for all things.  I scare myself with the complacent placement my heart has found itself in.  I pray about it.  I know God listens, but I need a response now.  Or so I think...this is just another trick of the cruel world, also known as the Enemy.

For a Particular Lumineer of a Cowboy.A True Best Friend. Here's to you, Old Sport.

  Happy birthday! Feliz cumpleanos!  joyeux bon anniversaire! 
Get chilly down south 
For something sweet to put in your mouth! 
A cold keeper of food just for such a teacher, 
Though you are the one and only day's feature!


Next,do you like green eggs and ham? 
Do you like them, Misfit I Am? 
Do you like them in a house with a mouse?
 On a train in the rain? 
With a fox in a box? 
No...well perhaps you should check some sort of "box" anyhow....



Happy birthday, and I think I may be more grateful than you
That you're around another year live, another year to help me through.
God and I both know you haven't been dealt a fair hand of cards.
You've done far beyond your share, and I'm sure it's been hard.
Your heart's been broken; your faith, tried 
And at timesfelt as though you had not a soul in whom to confide.
As myself, you've covered it all with a smile, an insecure shell to hide.
You deserve more, I want you to know
More than you think. You'll reap what you sew.
You're beautiful in every way
Though feminine it may be to say
So here's to a merry birthday no one can subtract from or add to.
I thank  God for sharing His masterpiece; I love you.