Living doesn't always come easily or even naturally.
Living is something I'm learning you have to fight for.
It won't just appear happily in front of you.
Some moments, days sometimes even, do, but if every day were handed to you, what kind of life would that be.
I love my life because I have to fight for it nearly every day I live it.
It doesn't come to me from no where - often it comes as a result of sheer grit and will power.
Sometimes I look into other's faces and lives and think that they have it so easy.
That in some ways their lives really are handed to them.
In some ways, my life is handed to me.
Every life has to be fought for in one way or another.
And isn't that the point?
Isn't that what this is all about???
Life, meaning, happiness.
Without working for them, it wouldn't matter to have them.
Because I have to fight for them -life, meaning, happiness- I have joy.
Joy even in all the fighting.
Thank heavens.
Goodnight, dear void.
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