Ranting

Where do I begin to recount all my frustrations, both on a local scale and an international scale they seem to be bombarding me at all sides. All manner of solutions seem to have been defied. At this point, I take the battle to someone who I know is the architect of it all...Life.
Listening to talks like,"life isn't fair","life is a bi***h",or "when life throws you lemons" is a bit cliche for me, this time am taking matters into my own hands.
As I opened the rickety gates of life's house I could sense the immediate fear and aweness fall upon me at the same time.my feet grew heavy with each step, but something seem to hasten my pace. I got to the house, which can only be described as ancient. The window panes seemed too tired to be still in existence. As I knocked the doors creaked open, as they have lost the real purpose pic of their existence, which is to guard, or in the least keep things or people away. I make my way into the building, my heart raced either of anticipation or fear I couldn't tell, but one thing that I was sure about was that there was no turning back...

Watch out for part TWO...