It’s hard to be whatever age we are. From being kids who can’t go and do as they wish, to the moments of teenage boredom and peer reliance, we all know we come to face even more challenging issues in adulthood. The list goes on, I am in no mood to relay it eloquently, so I might as well say it. Life can be fucking hard and complicated.
Maybe undisciplined emotions are to blame, or maybe we need to be reminded of the bigger picture with George Winston playing in the background. I am not sure what to do sometimes with the issues I face in the present, from all the ranges of topics the most complicated is the realm of human relations.
We all keep growing, and forgetting what we’ve learned in comparable ratios, leading us up and down complicated paths of decision and communication. If I was as smart as I sometimes think I am, I would have the golden tongue in every situation, but I obviously have an everyday ego that deceives me into believing a lie. I desire that people are inspired to be better by my presence or essence, but I acknowledge that I just have a real hard time pleasing everybody as a matter of opinion, and I don’t think it’s possible to, nor should be the objective or goal. My seemingly pointless rant comes down to what I believe to be a universal reality.
” No matter what age we are, there is always hardships that are misunderstood year to year”
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