Cracks in the Already Hazy Crystal Ball

Life has its own sense of humor,more HA HA HA's than hahahahahahahaha.
Firstly it takes you by surprise and secondly it leaves you with various facial contortions resembling the joker from the dark knight (who might seem way too handsome in comparison). So you rant, rave, snivel, shrivel and by the time all the drama settles down you wonder what in the bloody hell was it all about. Flummoxed wouldn’t even begin to describe it, fucked-up wouldn’t even cut the grade,maybe FUBAR would sum it up.
Well shit happens all the time and not just in the pot, and wish getting over with it could be as motivational as it was for the kid in slum-dog millionaire..guess even a hard hitting,multi-award winning movie is just that, a motion picture that plays in air-conditioned multiplexes that people watch while stuffing their faces with pop-corns and trying to have intellectual conversations about the state of the world at the same time. Only if things in real life get sorted within three hours, with a sing-a-song-while-dancing routine and yeah with a credit role in the end mentioning all the people responsible for making it the way it is/was..sigh sigh and another double sigh!!!
We have been learning lessons from the time we were born-louder you cry more attention you get,you stumble before you walk,timeouts the price for having 'fun',getting whacked/reviled for not conforming to set rules/norms some sense and a lot balderdash.Know how to break from the cycle and live happily ever-after???....tell that to yourself and let me know if that 'really' works
“Irony, irony, this hate and love, hate and love
What it does to me? What it's done to me? What is done, done?
…'Bout the cracks in the crystal, the cracks in the crystal ball” goes the song and it makes you wonder after all.