I have learned lately that life itself rarely gets easier.
But our ease with life’s hard times can.
When I was younger I had a fascination with comparative religion. I was just sure that the cure for it all (whatever “it” happened to be that day) would be found in a power higher and wiser than myself.
Later I had a crisis of faith and opted to go for a time without any and see how it felt. I was intrigued to notice that neither extreme felt particularly better nor worse than the other.
In fact, further analysis revealed that I felt equally dependent, powerless, and incompetent from either side.