The beginning.

I was told once that 'everything happens for a reason'. For a while I believed it, but it's an excuse. Death, grief, illness, regret. We go through these frictions of life but what if it's a punishment. We go in and out of life in a blink of an eye. If god is meant to be the good guy then why did he invent such feelings of negativity. Why is it that when we feel happy theirs always one day we wake up and feel horrible. How our expressions can change for no apparent reason, and the biggest problem in life is what we're going to wear for our interview. Is it our soul? How can something that isn't proven to exists be are go to evidence? I believe their is more to life. My adventure, My life, Your life. It matters, I will find out what is the one thing that will change everything.