With Hardship, Comes Ease

I remember walking home from school in grade 11, wondering what the point of trying to figure

out the rest of my life would be if I wasn’t planning to be around for it. It seems like so much

work, trying to maintain my grades, be involved in projects outside of schools, trying to have a

social life. Showering regularly. Eating on time. Sleeping enough. So. Much. Work.