Life is what we make it
at least that is what I am told.
But is it really?
Did we ask to come into the world?
Or to have the family we have?
Or to grow up the way we did?
Or to learn the lessons we have learned?
We never asked for our parents to tell us what to do.
We never asked for the government to tell us how to live.
We never asked for peoples opionion on how we should look.
Then how can it be what we make of it and not what people make of us?
