Life was easier.
(She took a deep breath.)
Life was easier when my whole world boiled down to doll houses and a new remote control car
A world where I wanted to be a fairy when I grew up.
Life was easier when every day was a holiday and I was the protagonist in every story
Stories with a happily ever after.
Life was easier without the times I feel like Atlas holding up the sky
Skies heavy with clouds, laden with storms.
Life was easier back when paranoia was an inexperienced emotion, and worry was invisible
And only pleasure twinkled and smiled.
Life was easier back ‘then’. It always will be.
(There was a pause. She shook her head, and went on.)
Life was easier. But the beauty is in the struggle. In waking up every day. Knowing the world is out there to get you, but being able to storm through life; being as graceful as misty rain, as fierce as the striking thunder.
Written by
Milomi.
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