Can I confess that I don’t like hard? I don’t want to have to suffer in doing what I’m expected to complete in a day.
I don’t want to run into an obstacle that knocks me down in the pursuit of living well.
I don’t know where I got the idea that living this life would be—should be—easy.
I don’t know why I have this desire to sail through my days with no pain, no difficulties, no trials.
Maybe it’s the human condition?