Melancholy Man

The world goes by,
Pain, suffering, persecution, life and death.
It matters not to this spinning top of life,
It is there to revolve and revolve it does.

Sunrise after sunrise.
Star lit night after starlit night. A mass of beauty and ugliness that leads to what?

I wonder when I see the dew kissed dawn and hear the mornings symphony, what our lord intended for us?
If we all lived the holy way then how would we know good from evil, right from wrong?
If there was no disease and suffering then would we know what happiness truly was or would it just be a different kind of turmoil we endured-a turmoil of utopia?

I know the things that make me grateful for drawing breath but I know pain too. Should I be grateful that I have experienced both?
Is it life's eternal riddle, am I the only one that thinks like this or is it my illness that makes me do so?

One day I hope it to be clear. I hope to be able to understand the happiness in a larks song and understand the joy a new born lamb has in its first hours of life. Until then I will remain the melancholy man.