I believe that one of the hardest things is overestimating your place in someone else’s life.

At times, I feel a comfort level that allows me to open up to someone, only to find the feeling is not reciprocated. It makes things really awkward, really fast. For me, more often than not, things are never quite the same after my faux pas. I often regret being vulnerable, yet it continues to happen. It makes me want to give up and fully commit to a hermit lifestyle.

In short, one of the hardest things in my life is… me. I routinely make things more difficult than they should be.

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Regret.

Life is hard, everyone knows this.

But it is the passing of life that makes it so.

There is beauty

There is love

There is the moment when you look up at the stars with your arms wrapped round her waist

There is the moment when you crash across the finish line, your throat gasping, your mind triumphant

There is the moment when you hug them goodbye as they go off to a new place where you're not

These moments are life

And life is hard because it never stays still

Its a train that keeps on rolling over hills and mountains, passing sublime scenery but never letting you stop, not even for a moment - at any one moment in life

And that is the hard thing

If only life would hold its breath,

let us stay

here

in this moment

a little

bit

longer

.

The hardest thing about life is remembering all of the things that were better before...

After each wash and dry cycle,

that once soft blanket begins to clump into small sticky broken fibers.

Chocolate ice cream no longer tastes like childhood innocence,

but rather a heartbreak remedy for sad rainy days.

Your favorite pair of shiny shoes that your mom bought you for school,

is packed tightly in a blue bin labeled "Haley 2009".

The tree house that seemed like a palace full of potential when you were younger,

now sits as a tiny shack with spiderwebs and lost memories.

...And so with each passing day we are forced to remember things that were better before. Better before time transformed them into something unrecognizable. And better before you grew too old to realize that these things of youthful innocence have become nothing but a pastime.

hardest thing is knowing,

that at any moment could,

it could be my last word or breathe,

nothing frightens me more then,

that inevitable march towards that cliff edge,

not knowing when the floor will fall away,

hanging in the air above the abyss.

To suffer is to share an existential experience to be perceived by all humans who chose the journey of the soul on Earth. While suffering is a shared experience, it creates the deepest level of discomfort within the being. These hardships must be faced in order to propel the opportunity of ascending into a higher version of ourselves. This suffering is important in our evolution of learning and shifting, transcending to our next self whatever that may look or feel like. Suffering causes stress, putting the body into a state of dis-ease, we may look at these vibrations and choose to rest in the discomfort. To become diseased. Or we may choose to use our suffering to better ourselves, better the Earth, better all. In betterment I find peace, enjoyment in this existence, understanding purpose with awareness, and aligning with our passions truly. In this betterment I find deeper gratitude for my health, and generate this abundance deep into my being. Suffering is the hardest part of life, but maybe also the most crucial component to awakening. Suffering allows us the chance to slumber through life in pain, or prosper with a shift of perception and intention.

The hardest thing about life to me is a combination of so many things. Our greatest joys can turn to our deepest heartaches. The loss of our loved ones....time goes on but we will always miss them and that absence walks with us like a shadow through our lives but our hearts know in faith we will see them again.

Going through life seeing so many social injustices and the staggering sobering fact that it continues...that the damn battle is still being fought - that is hard. An extremely painful thing is seeing so many people working so hard with an incredible work ethic and unable to catch a break or get ahead. I see families struggling to keep a roof over their heads and food on the table. Not a soul should lay down hungry or without a safe place to sleep.

To hear someone, especially a child speak, and be void of hope is heartbreaking. I see elementary kids so hardened by life at such a young age. You see it their eyes. They are carrying adult size problems on a child's shoulders trying to process these harsh issues with a child's mind and a child's reasoning. That is so hard to see - kids should be able to be kids.

We are so blessed to be graced with the gift of life...and each moment we have we should live....not just exist but live. I guess sometimes the hardest part about life is experiencing it. Thank God for his tender mercies and all the precious moments we are graced with...and that he truly goes before us and with us through all things.

So much of life can be tempered by adding more upon itself:

Love your love and it is bested!

Hate your hate and it is quelled

Regret your regret and it's null.

But ambition does not temper itself;

It festers.

05.04.2023

Hardest thing challenge @Blackgirlwritin

No one tells you how hard it will be to live with yourself. Your mom and dad may tell you to watch out for strangers, or look both ways before you cross the street. But what about the crippling pain of having to look yourself in the mirror every day for the rest of your life? Nobody ever warned me about that.

The hardest thing about life can sometimes be living with yourself. Whether you've hurt someone you love, and you have to live with it every day. Or maybe. Like myself, you can't seem to live with the way you look. Or maybe you can't live with the direction your life is going. Or you can't live with your life choices.

Maybe you won't all relate to this, but if you do, I sympathize. I feel there is no deeper pain than hating yourself. For I am the one person I cannot leave.