Confusion

There are questions people ask themselves on a daily basis, seeking with hopeful eyes the answers that do not wish to be uncovered. It is because of life's elusive answers (if they exist at all), that confusion is born within the hearts of many children, adolescents, idiots, and adults.

So many of us find ourselves in that rut many times in our lives, wondering if it is ever possible to be retrieved from such a problematic (or so some of us see the situation as) condition. Some may never even bother to search for a solution, finding it easier to just follow easily the twists and turns that life decides to take. On the opposite of that certain spectrum, there are those who will, for the rest of their days, find it abhorrent to be the mindless swine following something so unpredictable.

Where is the confusion there? Those two groups seem completely content to me, firmly believing in their own respective philosophies on how to handle the bitch called Life.
We forget a third group; a group most general and perhaps both small and extensive, depending on a countless number of factors. It is within this third group that bewilderment may thrive.

Within this third group (and I refuse to apologize for "grouping" teenage rebels who will be so awfully irate at the freedom I chose to take in such an action), the incredible ease at which the first group's Taoist ways carry out their lives will be enticing beyond all reason; and so, the attempt to do such a thing begins as certain individuals attempt to just live. That is, until an ill-starred happening poses a threat to the flow that, at one point, looked too smooth and effortless to be true. What then?

They are angered, of course. And thus, the dogma of the second extremist group invades the hearts of those in-between, making them go against the beliefs that they at first wished to hold true to. I cannot find it in my heart to curse at them under my breath. Anyone attempting to both enjoy and fight life would naturally find themselves in a state of perplexity and frustration most unfortunate.

How can you not? You wish to enjoy the existence you hold, following Life wherever it may lead, until it reaches certain points where things just do not seem appropriate. Did you deserve that at all? Why you? Why him? Why her? Why? Why? Why?

And so you begin to question. The questions continue to accumulate in your mind until one thought shines brightest amongst the throng of others: It is not fair.

Yet however true that statement may be, there are those in that group that is both massive and minuscule who will confront that thought several times in their lives, wondering who in their right state of mind would choose such a truth for both the good, the evil, and the real.