The Extent of Our Sorrow

As tears disappearing in the rain, so short is our time on this Earth. Why then do some of us want to make it shorter still? Why, in that short amount of time, is there so much sorrow for some? Could it be that without the pain we could not know the joy of being truly alive? These are merely the musings of a worn out, heart-broken old man. Will I ever know the answers to these questions? Are any of us meant to know? Untill next time...