Sympathetic Nervous System

I'd like to think that things were easier at some point. That life was blissfully carefree for longer than the rare day or two. When trivial (and sometimes nontrivial) details didn't derail my desires or my goals or my happiness.

I think that time went away when I was about 5 or 6.

Life is hard. Life is bloody damn hard. What's harder still is internalizing that concept. Moving on. Accepting that life is difficult and making the best life you can out of it. When pitfalls are challenges and missed opportunities are doors to alternatives. Where flexibility and awareness replace the grudging complacency that seems so pervasive.

I mean, it certainly isn't like I'm a starving child sitting in a gutter. Yet I feel like one. I feel spoiled.