I am curious

I am curious, through the bifocals of my red framed glasses. Sometimes the lenses are blurry with the fingerprints of confusion; taking them off and cleaning just to see what is hiding behind the bushes of fate an destiny. Life: the most interesting topic to talk about with friends or over the dinner table. I look to the little quotes of the past philosophers preaching the message of the monsters hiding in the closet that keeps the depression of debts and taxes. however, I am curious about the thought of life being portrayed as a gigantic bolder of emotions being placed on your back as you hit the milestone age of 18. Why must it be that way? Why is life such a monster and not a friend? Often these words turn and bubble in my mind as I sit and watch the fluffy clouds. I am curious by the thought of life. Aren't you?