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Why must life be of it's own creation? Do we not control our own destiny like some would say? Are we just the smaller portions of larger and more divine lives? How do people live in such ways that make them...lose their minds? Why can't someone have enough balls to say their fears, or to admit to one's own faults? Why is there always that tempting fruit that Eve had to take, and people still follow in her footsteps? If life really is a box of chocolates, we should know what we get b/c on the lid it tells you what type of chocolate is in each holder...where's the lid that tells you what is in each holder of life? Why are people afraid to say what is truly on their mind, and not just say: "Hey!...You really look like shit today! :oD ?" Life should never be a mountain of love...many would never be able to reach the top, and would only be filled with a cold, bitter air. It should me a hilltop with pretty green grass, and flowers all around, where everyone has that chance to find peace. Life gives you lemons...and then you throw them at someone. No one has control over their feelings, and no one should be forced to change. What if one day you wake up, and your life has taken a sharp curve and you don't know where it's headed?