Life is hard.
That’s a saying we’ve all heard before. But for me, it’s an understatement. Everywhere I go, everything I do, nothing comes easy. Everything for me is earned through determination and perseverance. Sometimes, I wish that once, just once, something would be easy. That someone would help me and give me that little push of encouragement I find myself needing more and more.
I’m getting older, and this path I am taking is becoming longer and darker. The pebbled steps of the way I have chosen now hurt my weathered feet as I step upon them. The flowers have paled alongside the road, and the once lush green grass is dying.
Everything seems to be dying.
My joy has left with the sun that no longer shines. It has been replaced with dark clouds. There is no silver lining, only lightening and booms of thunder. The scene of my life is serene, but threatens to break out in chaos at any moment. The crisp air forewarns it as whispers of troubled times tickle my ears.
As I look ahead in my life, I know that the path will turn and twist, bringing new discoveries. I realize that life may not always be the way it always has been. If it wasn’t, there wouldn’t be change, and change is one variable that will never leave the equation of life.
Until then, I will continue this way of life I have always known. I will sleep beneath the small lamps placed precariously about and dream of being in another’s arms. I will seek shelter under bushes during the rainy days, and pray that one day, someone will shelter me. I will walk silently through my path, wishing that one would appear beside me and help me move along.
I hope that one day, someone will find and love me.
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