A Chair or a Throne

Sometimes I really fucking wonder, do we exists just to repeatedly fall? I mean if you can stand, good for you, but what about those of us who always in vision this fucking throne of normality, which to those who already achieved it is just a chair, but we try soooo hard, and everyday while people just live, it's a constant struggle, to wake up, to smile, to not live curled up in a ball shrouded by fear and depression. and whenever we can muster up enough strength to put up a knee, and try to balance our souls, the string of events and inescapable silence swoops down and rustles our footing, and we fall, maybe chipping a tooth on the way down, but today it’s only a tooth, humanity isn't as strong as everyone thinks, regardless of your viewpoint. But the point is, people need help, and how can we help each other if one of us sees a chair while another sees a throne.