Life's Rotten Lemons

It is said that when life closes a door, it opens a window. I disagree.

Why would it open a window? Why would it give us an obvious escape?

Sometimes life does give us the easy way out. But more often than not, life traps us in a room of our fears. It tests our patience and measures our worth, holds us until we're desperate for air, for freedom.

It is said that everything happens for a reason. I disagree.

Why would an incompetent fool be chosen for an epic task, only to come home, head hanging, when it blows up in his face? Why is incredible genius mistaken for mediocrity? 

Everything usually works out, for some end or purpose. Perhaps not the purpose that those in power had set their hopes on, but a purpose none the less.

It is said that when life gives you lemons, make lemonade. I disagree.

When life gives you lemons, it is your decision.

Will you make lemonade, or will you throw them at a passing car to spite the world?

The End

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