why me
I ask this question almost everyday, why me? Why do I have to go through pain before I can achieve my goals? Why do I have to go through fire so as to be sure that I am as pure as a gold? Yes, Jesus said "every man's work shall go through fire". If Jesus went through pain to save me, Who am I not to go through it? Funny enough no man can question him. But, still I have to ask, why me? The pain is too much,nothing comes easy. But, I see my friends born with silver spoon, Enjoying their lifes' as if there is no tomorrow, Is it my fault that I was born with a rubber spoon But here I am suffering to be able to meet ends meet. Why me? Have I not suffered enough? I suffered to go through primary and secondary school, I waited patiently to get admitted in to the university, But here I am again suffering to get a job. #NK
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