This isn't Torture. It's called Living.

If everyday life is a breeze, something is dangerously wrong. Life is full of kicking and scratching and screaming and running and tripping and falling and, and, and. A struggle, that's what life is. Those not struggling for the most part are simply disillusioned into thinking they're normal. They're not normal. They are the furthest thing from it. Yes, there are glorious moments in life where everything makes sense, people don't hurt each other, the weather is wonderful, our bodies are healthy. But it is a fight to get to these moments. I can't just float through this world unawares of my surroundings. I clumsily make my way through dusty streets and alleyways, tripping and pebbles and boulders and piled-up trash. I trip more than I walk sometimes, but I make it through and onwards and towards where? I don't really know. But I need somewhere. 

My knuckles have been bloodied, my face is sweating, my bones have been cracked and broken. But money won't fix that, sex won't, drugs won't, vengeance won't, etc. Those are the reasons I've been bloodied up in the first place. And it makes the calm quiet peaceful joyous moments that much more powerful. Living detached and disillusioned by the painfully appealing assurance of money and comfortable living deny us the chance to fully appreciate the good in life. So let's not settle for this imitation. We desire true peace, love, joy happiness, love, community, hope, love, grace, truth. And it's here, but it's a struggle to get to sometimes. Life is not something to coast through. It's something to be experienced.