What is it that makes one of us wise and the other foolish?
What defines a woman as perfect and another as ugly?
Who was it that told you the word 'can't' does matter?
When did you know right from wrong?
Who said failure was a bad consequence?
And what really gives someone the right to rule another?
Why is the idea of growing old so feared?
Am I the only who questions and finds the world a puzzling labyrinth of time?
Then I look to the skies and see the clouds lit up from behind.
I see shafts of light fall on brambles, and golden rays beautify stinging nettles rising from a ditch of unwanted ground.
I see the power in a thunderous storm.
I see through the gloom to another side, where yellow daffodils bob along the lanes and snow drops never disappear from their own mystical circle around their chosen oaks.
Then I realise there is more to life than questions, than theories, than race, than wealth, than health, than laughter, than love, than relationships, than countries, than culture, than time or life itself.
There is far more than we ever dared to imagine or ever ask for.
But only when you have the faith to believe can you then see, can you then hear and finally, can you then know and be at rest.
We may never understand but we can at least offer ourselves to try.
What do you think?
Is life a right or a privilege?