“God has a plan for you”
So I’ve heard. Whatever path you take, it’s for good. Bad days pave way for good days. Do they? Is that what you tell yourself? Hard times test you; make you a better person. Tell me this, o honest denizen, do they make you better or broken? Broken isn’t bad, you say? Then why do you look for happy times when you’re sad? Why can’t you embrace them? Bad times are good times that are broken.
Oh how we fool ourselves! Happiness is a drug that distracts you from misery; it’s addictive. Desolation is a state of mind, a disease that demands an antidote.
Either way, you die.