How would I feel if things were easy? Would I be happy? Would I be miserable? What is happy? What is sad? What is an easy life? Is it real? What does easy even mean? I’m sure everyone has their interpretation of what life is supposed to be like but what’s mine?
I imagine life differently but all I know is what I know. How can things be different, when this is all I know?
I know life can always be better. I know I can try and do better, work harder and there’s always room for improvement but what am I striving for, if anything at all?
What if this is what I strive for? What if this is where I’m supposed to be?
I can hear the wind in the trees. It dries my tears. I hear dogs bark, birds chirp, motorbikes zooming by and yet my thoughts are of this time, this moment. What is next? What is beyond this moment?
Who knows?
Renee
