Whatever happened to sweet necture.  The birds feed off of it, and it grows in abundance. Is it not enough to take what is so beautifully layed out before you and have it suffice? Is it not enough to see before you the wonder of the cosmos and still wither as though nothing is there to replenish you?  Why. Why something trapped so deep is made to power our vision of our world. Not the real world but this false sense of stability we often  chain ourselves to. The one of utter decay and mind numbing brilliance. All the tools layed out before you but in no consequential order. Perhaps if God himself provided the name plates and their order of use, would it matter either way? 
Life is just too complicated,  but it should be through no ones fault but our own. How interpretation is seeminglessly different in each individual. It’s why there can be no perfect man or perfect woman. Everyone has a pre selected view of the world and the people in it. It isn’t a matter of who wins or if they even play the game right. It’s more like A) will happen and B) will be carried out. You can remain strong and hope the outcome is what you want it to be but ultimately it isn’t our call. It is merely the constructs of what lay before each of us.