Most days are great. Most days are fine. But why do most of us feel like we’re always climbing a mountain with no end in sight?
There is always the struggle.
The struggle to get up.
The struggle to make money.
The struggle not to slap the latte out of that girl talking
too loud on her phone.
The struggle to find work.
The struggle to love and be loved.
The struggle to be understood.
The struggle to smile and shut the fuck up.
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