Umbuzo (the Question)

The closest I have come to death is at the current moment. Sometimes life can be cruel for no reason. I hear death knocking and I am not afraid to open. I stay awake at night and ask myself questions but the answers I never get. I can’t die angry, that would mean I never lived at all. Being able to have choice is what most of us strive for, when your choices are limited, you feel like life is being sucked out of you. I am drained and I have no choice but to be stuck in poverty. Why is it when you try to be good you experience so much opposition?