Speed Bumps

The fear of this world becomes to great for some, and others will waste anyone's time with the things that mean nothing. This is what I have come to believe. The quiet of my comput at night is so nice and I ask myself "WHY?" I like other people just fine, I go about life and what I need to do, as best I can. I look back on any day and see that my time has been taken away, I helped nobody, but, was taken from the path of my own life. Then was told "Bye!" I think, now what was that all about? Where did that person, in need come from, where did the need go, and what happened except for me missing out on what I had set out to do. This has happens to me a lot. Where do these people come from? Looks like they are like speed bumps in life, and they go away, after they mess up your day.