Life is Good

Sometimes I wonder: what am I?

I look at the stars and feel very small;

just a tiny consciousness.

But if I were as tall as a planet,

I would still be short in comparison to the universe.

I see a person twice my size

and I feel weak and fragile.

But if I were strong and powerful,

I would still not be invincible.

I see a painting by the hand of a genius,

and I feel inexperienced and ignorant.

But if I were the greatest artist alive,

it would not make me love what I do any more or less.

I see blood, running from the wound of another,

and I feel a chilling fear from deep within.

But if I walked this earth with bravery,

it would not make things less dangerous.

I see a baby, innocent and naive,

and I feel cynical and jaded.

But if I saw through untainted eyes all my life,

it would not make the world a better place.

I see a raindrop, tear of the sky,

and I feel ugly and unsightly.

But if I were as beautiful as rain,

it would not make me crystal clear inside.

There are children with cancer,

mothers who lose their babies,

people who are worse off than dead.

I wonder if I am just lucky or if the world was cruel.

But even if the world was kind or if I were dying, too,

there would still be suffering.

I weep all night, I get nightmares,

I lose myself thinking of such things.

But even if I could right every wrong,

if I could run faster or jump higher or be stronger,

it would not make me better or happier.

With what I have, I'll do what I like

and like what I do.

Life is good!