I don't mind struggling. I actually enjoy it. It makes my life interesting and forces me to really take everything into account, to appreciate the small things; it provides me a certain clear awareness that I can't quite describe. Now the only thing there is to do is bring up the other side, to add a balance to my life that results in struggling for something worthwhile, to add a texture that smoothes the rough edges a bit more, so that I'm not just struggling but struggling while living the part that comes before what the future will be, if that makes any sense. Well, it doesn't need to make sense today. I'll just sit here and enjoy the delicious tamarind candy I found, which I use to enjoy when I was a child...
Now my thoughts go to my childhood. Some of it is blurry and out of focus, but I guess that is a story left for another day.
Goodnight.
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