And so it goes, we are born, live, and die. Sounds convenient. At least simple. But we know that is isn’t. Struggles are a part of living. And that is after the whole “being born” part. Thank goodness we don’t actually remember that part. What is it that separates our first breath from out last?
This should not be looked upon as a life of difficulty, but one of great exploration. Each day, month, year. The seasons, the changes. We are lucky, we just don’t know it. If you don’t encounter struggles, you are not working hard enough at living.
In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer. And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger – something better, pushing right back. ~ Albert Camus