The Struggle

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Life is a struggle, from the moment we are born, our mothers suffered in discomfort as much as it could have brought them joy. It’s a funny thing, but life is a struggle.

Some people say that life is a disease we’re dying from. Looking at it that way, our lungs struggle painfully each day to take in oxygen, until one day.. they give out.

Life is a struggle to stay young, where we fail with each passing day. It’s a struggle to stay relevant as new ideas and mainstream thinking set to impose their collective wisdom on your individuality. It’s a struggle to stay unique in the cesspool of mono-thought.

We struggle daily to find our worth, and fend off the demons that seek to place doubts in our minds. It’s a struggle when we give, or we receive, what we say, what we do.

We struggle in our times of rest, to lay the thoughts of productivity at the door. We struggle to make our balance and find our peace. Our freedom was bought from the struggle of those who fight, and those who died. Our wealth from the struggle of the poor. Our poverty from the struggles of the rich and powerful.

This is our struggle, this is our keep as long as we are alive. Like worms squirming in the ground, not knowing up from down. This is our struggle in the vast cosmos that seeks to devour our souls, as we struggle to define our physical and spiritual integrity in the face of a force of nature that contains the same elements as all of us put together. It’s a struggle to maintain our physical forms made up atoms and molecules, like everything else in the universe. As we fight against gravity but standing on solid ground, not being sucked into a black hole. All these forces and reactions, just because they don’t cause you pain, doesn’t mean struggle is not in play. Friction, opposing forces and energy all hitting against each other to maintain order in the universe.. everything that prevents us from merging with the singularity.

Struggle, is like black against white. When you struggle, you make meaning and you see things that weren’t there at first glance. Struggle from the day you were born, till the day you die.. breathe your last and be taken back to the earth, the molecules that gave birth to your physical form. Your spirit, back to the heavens.

Posted: May 15th, 2010
Categories: Journal
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  • essied
    I like this one a lot. I'll say it again 'you sir, are a GREAT writer'.
  • Thanks Ezza, I'll try to keep writing -)
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