How is it that we can love but be filled with so much spite?
How can we be clever, if we don't know wrong from right?
How is there room to grow, if we don't learn from our mistakes?
How do we know when to fight with everything it takes?
How do we keep the faith when life is at its worst?
How do we find joy when everything seems cursed?
It seems emotions empower reactions of the heart.
It seems we may have knowledge but aren't necessarily smart.
It seems that we must fail in order to succeed.
It seems what don't kill us, keeps us strong in deed.
It seems that we will stand even though we fall.
It seems we find the answers, living through it all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life is full of mystery