Damn, whats the point

Is there a fucking quota of bullshit a person must put up with in life?
Is some accountant tucked away somewhere,some how deciding who needs more pain and tension in their day to day life?

They say a child is born neither good nor bad, but is shaped by the events in their lives.
But is every child born destined to have to put up with so much trauma and despair that no one could come out sane?
That regardless of your genetics and family some jerk with a grudge ticking away at a antiquated counting machine with glass's perched on his nose decides you wont have an easy life. No matter your personality or disposition everything and everyone will dump on you until you lose it.

No matter how much you try to smile, no matter how often you put your best foot forward, your slapped in the face or stepped on over and over.

The pain of loss ends up equating to the loss of pain.
You become numb to the needs of others, as much as they were numb to your needs.
You become numb to your own needs, as much as fate was never concerned with yours.
You lose the little bit you havent lost in your life and let the pain of loss rip your already blackened soul asunder.
You lash out at everything and everything and force them to feel the pain. You turn towards fate and that bastard behind the abacus engage him with the rage in your mind that's bottled up like time capsule buried underground and forgotten about, a relic of a life past.

After your done and your calmed down, the red has left your face, your nerves have stopped shaking, and your lungs have filled up with air, you stop and stare.

Now everyone looks at you like what the fuck is your problem and how dare you speak up. You no body, you loser, you toss pot. You arrogant fucking prick, who are you to complain and fight against your station in life.

God comes down and confronts you, ready to strike you down where you stand.
Its a battle of forces, a clash of titans.

It doesnt matter who will win, cause no matter what in the end we all lose.
You will either despise, or be despised.
You will either deal with it, or you wont.
You will make the best of what you have, good or bad. Its the few good things that make you deal with the bad.
Put up or shut up.
Deal or no deal.