#1940-Incomprehensible

Symmetry,

Like an organized,

Predictable routine,

Is appealing.

But no matter how hard,

Or persistently I try,

I often grapple in vain,

With how daily life unwinds.

Surprises, disappointments,

Worries, slices of happiness.

To stop trying is easy, yet I can’t.

And I don’t exactly know why.

Still, in these daily struggles,

I often do find meaning,

To this incomprehensible life.