Are we doomed? 
Condemned to a life of futility and disdain?
Or do we find meaning?
In a world filled with losses and pain

Ultimately, it’s our attitude
Determines a win or a loss
Or sees a failure or blessing
The price to experience comes at a great cost 

So, I’m questioning myself
How do I expect my life to be?
Free of pain, perfect?
What an absurdity

I guess we have to pick our battles
Perfection is obscene
There are brief moments of brilliance
With failures and boredom in between

Like Sisyphus experience 
Rolling a stone
Is it just a futile attempt?
Or an action he claims - he happily owns?

This thought makes me take pause
It gives me perspective in my life
Nothing is perfect
However, mine is quite nice