A wee poem

Why does life take certain twists and turns?
To make us stronger or for our souls to burn?
Is it fair that some are blessed and others have pain?
Is the balance unequal or is it all fair game?

Is there a reason, I hear myself ask
To overcome certain impossible tasks?
Is it all just a test that we pass or fail?
And we sink or swim after our strength is unveiled?

Is it destiny that bad things will challenge us?
Is there really a need for us to deal with the fuss?
There will only a reason if we take it on and turn it around
Or else the shit is still there, lying on the ground.

Should we just deal with it as best we can?
Or ignore it and hope the shit will never hit the fan?
The easiest answer is to run and hide
The wisest answer is to take it in our stride.

But as we do, where do we find the inner strength?
And will we push it to unbelievable lengths?
Without it, challenges are far more daring
So we must find it, use it and start caring..