I Hate It

I hate it when am about to have something
And am forced to let it go
So now I have to start over
Now I have long nights of "what if"

I hate it when I've grown attached to something
And now I have to part with it
Now am forced to deal with the thoughts
Thinking I should have kept my distance

Life sure is complicated
Finding myself in situations making me wonder,
"Was I suppose to learn something?
Is every situation a setup to build me?"

I hate it when my questions are unresolved
leaving me disoriented
Is curiosity a curse?
And that is another unresolved question

But then again when I think about it
If all the questions were answered, would life be worth it?
Am still asking questions