Buddy had been through the grinder all right.
Argued for his weakness.
His whole damn life seemed needless.
But good and bad, he always had
Free will to choose
To win or lose
But no, circumstance chose for him.
He couldn’t control that
Much as he tried.
He fought, he resisted
But in the end cried
“Why the hell me, Lord?”
The Lord replied
Nothing. Nada. She only sighed.
Cause should the Lord save you
You will not save yourself
And the victim in you will drown.
…………
This life is like a cheese grater. It’ll chew us up and spit us out in a different format that we must continuously reassemble.
Re-assembly can occur automatically via reintroduction to familiar culture but culture shock may also cause PTSD and the inability to reassemble after being shredded by uncontrollable circumstances.
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