This world is cruel,
unfair,
filled up with bad people,
with corrupted people,
with people that can't continue with their lives,
with people that're suffering,
with people that keep their hopes in God.
People say that life is hard,
and it's impossible to make it 'perfect' for us,
and we can't stay happy all our whole lives,
without crying,
without suffering,
that this world will throw to us all the bad things.
But what they don't know,
is that we can make our lives happy,
that the world in reality is beautiful,
that we can find hope not only on God,
we can find it on friends and family,
and that we can atleast,
be happy most of the time,
the problem with wanting this,
is to find the correct persons,
to find the correct way to do things,
and finally the correct way to be,
to think,
to act.
But,
no one is perfect,
and I think this sad events,
are the plot of our stories,
we're writers,
writers of our own lives,
we can't know when will this story will end,
or how would it end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely written, Jorge. Thanks for sharing