All of your wishes, feelings and hopes, are contained in a box ,that muddy water is carrying right into the claws of hungry rats.
It is futile to hit walls with fists, scratch with teary nails for some air.
Broken arms do not pick strawberries.
We are all too selfish, so am I. We live in an era of selfishness. That's why we build churches where we wash hands and pretend to be praying for a long time.