I’m sitting here wondering what it’s all for.
What’s the meaning of my joy?
What’s the meaning of my pain?
Life seems so futile, so mundane.
Life is a series of unfortunate events, mingled with a few joyous moments.
I know I’ve been made with a plan and for a purpose.
I just can’t find it.
Has all my pain been for naught?
Has my sorrow been for nothing?
They say that after the rain, comes beauty…
When will the rain end and beauty begin?

-Christina M. Gerlach ’17