Does it seem like we are pawns in life’s silly games sometimes?

Life seems to find it funny when you have the air knocked out of you, and you are struggling to get back up.

It finds it funny only when shit hits the fan, but we don’t get the twisted humor.

We are helpless, i mean really…what can we do?

Can’t have fists fight with something you can’t see. Can anybody stop the air?

There is this saying that ”what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”. No, not really.

What they don’t tell you is, what doesn’t kill you, makes you paranoid, messed up, care free; in some cases, you might actually wish it had killed you.

Damn! These sick jokes. Popping up, when you think you’ve finally figured it out.

Life and nature move to the tune of their own music, coming up with the rules along the way.

They don’t care about whoever is in their path, they’ll clear the way to get their laughter.

Simply put, life is like a bully, who gets high from people’s tears and misery.

Yet, humans ares tough breeds, facing life with no map or direction.

Setting sail through life, hoping for a reward in the end that makes it all worth it.

Facing challenges head on, without knowing if life will chew us up and spit us out.

We weather the storm, every time challenges is thrown our way.

We don’t back down, we fight. This is what we’ve got.

Like cats with nine lives, we keep getting back up.

Name it all, all the tragedy ever known. We have come out on top.

Face covered in dirt, sweat and blood. Our heads held up high, we survive against all odds.

Who is laughing now? I guess you will say you, i am twisted inside because of the challenges.

You’ve done all you can to stifle my voice, trying constantly to crush me.

I won’t let you see me down, i laugh in the face of adversity.

Here i am standing, striving for another  day.

So i ask again, who is laughing now?