The wind howling so loudly as your footsteps echo across the wooden floor. You ponder a snack as you head towards the kitchen door. Morning will come soon and you need your rest. The struggles of this word are causing you some stress. Life can be so simple, yet so complicated. The “easy” life only seems real in books and on magazine covers.
It’s such false advertisement to sell the world on dreams that might never come, but you still hold tight knowing that you aren’t done. Seeing the world from different perspectives, gives you a lense that others may never experience. The gift comes with the pain.
Mosey on back to bed and remember your purpose. Nothing in life is too hard that you can’t get through it. Nothing about life hasn’t happened already. Turn this page in the book and flip forward to the ending where there is happiness.