@ I didn’t pick an easy life.
I didn’t pick a life of comfort or normalcy.
For years now I’ve put my body, mind and soul through hardship and survival.
I’ve made poor choices, mistakes and I live with them now.
I’ve also made some of the best choices one could make.
Moments pass by me and I wonder if the choices I’ve made have been for the best.
“But of course” my gut tells me, they’ve led you to become exactly who you are today.
Strong, expressive, confident, tenacious, vigilant, independent.
Words could keep flowing.
But there is still the question.
Pauses and moments behind those words, the great debate.
Was this the right thing? What if?
Slowly I’m led back to the beginning.
I didn’t pick an easy life.
Oh wait, because no life worth living ever came easy.