Puzzler..

Puzzler..

Different tales for different people
Each one holds each justification for living..
No boundaries no rules..
Everyone thinks what they are up to is right..
Everyone feels that they are on the proper and moral justification
And that he deserves what is due him..

Yes, there are always two sides of the coin..
They could be made the same..
Still,
One side faces opposite the other..
consequently,
each side bears its own face..

Everyday living taught me distinct facets of life..
Moreso in meeting different people..
Hearing their stories..
And analyzing each one of them..

All have their own stories to tell..
And ironically, all seem to trust me
With their own personal story
When nobody dares to ask mine..
When I can’t share my own tale
on the other hand..

All these makes me
A shock absorber..
A story keeper
A deep dark secret holder..
I don’t know why..
But people tell me their stories
Even if I don’t elicit from them..

I guess I was so destined
To study and analyze each one’s perception
Thereby, learning to study from it..
I don’t normally give advice..
I always ask what they want
And from there
It leads them to their personal choice..

These leave me with an enigma..
Who is right?
Who is wrong?
Why do people seem to do things
When they know deep inside that it’s erroneous?
Why? Because they totally feel that
THEY ARE on what is RIGHT and JUST..
Now who’s gonna judge this?

This is a quandary..
Life has its own direction for all people
Everyone feels they should get
the happiness and satisfaction they so deserve
because they’ve given all for it..
Yes, each one of us..

So where does this take me?
Nowhere..
I could be right,
I could be wrong..
I don’t really know
And if possible,
I don’t want to care
for fate has its own way of playing with me..
with my life..