Why Me

But Why Me

I guess it more a question of why not me, really, than why me.  I have been thinking a log about purposes in life and what I did to deserve this.  I know it sounds very fatalistic to think that way if you look at the sentence to be just the literal meaning.  And I guess to some extent I mean it that way too.

What did I do to end up feeling this way so much of the time?  Why, when I was just really starting to get reasonably fit did all hell break lose in my body and everything start to hurt.  It’s not fair.  And it isn’t fair.