Life doesn’t have to be a battle.

I don’t know when I started fighting against life, and all that was happening. Maybe it was my need to keep everything intact, or in a way that made sense to me. But the more I fought against it from collapsing, the more I was becoming unlike myself, and letting in something that I didn’t quite know.

I stopped enjoying life, but feared for what it may bring. I feared for a tomorrow that I didn’t quite know because not knowing isn’t in my personality. I needed a surety of what tomorrow brought. But what I failed to understand is that life in itself is an unsure thing.

Life isn’t meant to be controlled, it isn’t meant to be manipulated, it isn’t meant to be known.

We wouldn’t be living if we can architect a course that is laid for us, as we see it. That’s control.

The beauty of life are the punches, are the down days, are the trials that are thrown at us. The ugly of life is how we push against it. And our incessant need to not want to trudge through it.

But life doesn’t have to be a battle. Going through it doesn’t mean the war is lost. Going through it doesn’t mean you’ve given up.

Keep on going through life. It doesn’t have to be a battle.