Frustration. [A Minirant]

These words we say and these promises we make.
They all mean nothing in the end and the world wins.

I'm feeling punished for having my shit together once again. It's not a good place to be. It makes me question what I have faith in, be it the goodness of God or the beauty of the universe.
I try to tell myself that the world doesn't give us more than we can handle, but I also feel like everything is falling apart. It makes it hard to believe that somehow the universe and what rules it thinks that I am that much stronger than others to take all of it.
I wonder why it is I'm supposed to take it all with a smile and a good attitude though.

This comes from a place of great frustation and feeling like no one is willing to fight with me for the things that matter anymore. At the end of everything we all stand alone, but I do not want to stand alone for all the days leading up to that.