Of Course It's Not Easy

"I sometimes think that people's hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what's at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while." - "Aeroplane, or, how he talked to himself as if reciting poetry" by Haruki Murakami

Of course it isn't easy. Why are we expecting it to be easy anyway? It's not; it's never going to be. It is as difficult as it is maddening, it is sad, it will be a roller-coaster/spin dryer/grinder of emotions.

It might kill you. Or you just might live to tell the tale.

Maybe I exaggerate. Maybe I want to make it sound more than what it really is. Maybe we idealize what a relationship should be: creating intricate stories, weaving every heartache and laughter to build a world that is but an illusion, a shadow. We are wont to invent fantasies about who we are, about our purpose in this life, but perhaps the truth is hidden beneath all the fiction we make.

Of course it's not easy. Who said it was going to be easy anyway? We are alive and that's it all that matters. It serves is own purpose, like a self-sufficient machine. Life is a big machine in various permutations. 

It is what it is.

And I pile up esoteric lines upon esoteric lines but really achieve nothing, but if there is one truth, perhaps it's this: it's not easy. We all have to pay the price.