Life is hard but
Life is also what we make of it.
Is that really true?
I question my life every single day.
How do I make use of my life?
Sometimes, it simply sits there. I push and I push but cannot will it to move. It is unable to prove, incapable of moving. Must I strain every part of me in order just to get it going somewhere? Is it worth it?
My life is at a standstill; I cannot even begin to think about how I am supposed to live it. Yes, live it to the “fullest”—oh the cliches. It’s quite difficult to live one’s life to the fullest when there are responsibilities to maintain, promises to keep…
And how does one differentiate between dreams and misinformed dreams?
How will she know if what she is going is really for herself?
