Life with or without a purpose

Life moves in mysterious ways
With a purpose every time we pray
I always tend to ask a hundred times
Why everything exist with or without a purpose?

I’ve tried to understand between
Life and love, the mystery inside of it
From them I’ve tried to ask again
Why I am here to see and feel those pains
Why I am here to experience that kind of pain?
Why I am here to be perfect but in the end
To be wrong again

Why do we work hard to buy some material things and
To build a thousand dreams?
Why do we struggle the pain every time we failed?
Why are we hiding our pains instead we cry?
Why do we wear mask instead of showing our inner selves?
Why do we always want the fame instead of living
and have a simple life?

Why do we need to suffer and let these things happen?
Maybe because he wanted us to feel all the pains
For us to know the meaning of sacrifices and to learn the meaning
Of thy love.
No matter what kind of purpose he wanted to give us
We should learn how to become responsible
At the same time to know that we always need him
That’s life we need to be fair!

copyright@2007 by: Haseen whel
1/24/2007