Life is like a constant struggle.
Not a struggle to survive though, surviving is easy
What the struggle really is:
You are trying to get the keys out of the bag slung across your back. The bag is facing inwards and you are carrying stuff in your hands as well. That makes the turning difficult.
It’s raining, and you need that key to unlock the door so you could escape the rain.
You cannot reach the bag’s chain.
After much struggle, you manage to open the chain and pull out the key, only the key got stuck in a loose thread on your shirt.
Yanking it free, and tearing the shirt in the process, you turn the key and unlock the door.
Finally, you reach the landing and have another door to unlock.
The rain obstacle isn’t there anymore but what is interesting to note that the key to the second door is missing from the bunch.
Sudden panic and rewinding your actions and the places where you could’ve dropped it.
Finally, breathing in deeply, you put the load down and go through the bag from which you struggled so hard to take out the key.
Voila, after some painfully, hopeless moments, you find the key which had come loose from the bunch and unlock the door.
Second obstacle taken care of.
And the out of the blue, your paper bag in which there is a lot of stuff decides to have a mind of its own and tears apart.
Out of nowhere.
Things roll down the stairs as you try to catch them all.
And that my friends is what life really is.
A dance to catch things before they fall.
A juggle, a circus, a joke.