Some people have an instinct to question why. Like...in every random act. Nothing can be random, everything has a purpose or meaning.
But then somebody comes along and sees something wrong and they fix it.
They do not question where or why or who or what and if or when or but...they just come along with a solution and they fix the problem.
They may or may not give thanks to a god for giving them the tools and knowledge to fix the problem, if they didn't do it, someone else will.
"How can you say I shouldn't be as happy as I am when you live the way you want and never accept the way I live?"
But they always say hello and goodbye. Seeking some other way to secure their depression.
Someone will pity them.
But you got people like me. Getting in the way by moving forward.
How can I be in the way when you cant keep up?
Every dotted line leads to somewhere and people seem to forget that. If everyone found that empty space they wished for, they would not know what to do with it. Or even how to act when they got there.
Because the only thing that I have noticed that can get along without a sense of structure is the universe. And none of us are that.
But everyone has an ego, a perception, an idea or a moment that is written all across their face...which makes them think...
And that is alright.