This is a post I first shared here a number of years ago. Somehow, the truths still hold, so I thought I would share it again.
Can I confess that I don’t like hard? I don’t want 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 the idea came from 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 my humanity peeking through?