No Such Thing as an Easy Life

It’s been a minute since I’ve found myself in this space—the blog space, that is.

I joined a new group at the beginning of the year. While the organization was born from the marriage of fitness and charity, it has grown into a family culture of support and encouragement for those participating. For curious minds, the program is called My Peak Challenge (MPC). Look it up. I can’t say enough good things about it. I bring it up because I have been processing many of my random thoughts there—within that community, and thus, have not found myself here.

But this new understanding I’m slowly developing inside myself, it needs a little more room to grow. Writing at The Tall Mom seems to allow for that.

Being a part of the global MPC community has made me feel connected to others across our massive globe, effectively shrinking my world and growing it at the same time. I’ve “met” people from all walks of life, from numerous countries, different cultures, religions, and lifestyles. What I’ve learned—what I AM learning—is more than I can compose in a few hundred words.

One truth that has been absolutely confirmed is simple, yet paradigm shifting.

There is no such thing as an easy life.

“Be kind; everyone you meet if fighting a hard battle.” This quote is attributed to Plato. It’s been around a while, and used so often it has grown cliché.

My mind took in this quote at first and read, “Everyone has baggage of some kind. You don’t know what someone has survived, or is trying to survive. Don’t be a judgmental a**hole.”

What I didn’t read was, “There is no such thing as an easy life.”

There is a difference.

What I think I missed was the clear declaration that EVERYONE (all people—the person you do not know AND the person you DO KNOW) is fighting (present tense), a HARD battle (not just a battle, but a HARD battle).

Bear with me…

Privilege is real. Those born to certain circumstances will have better access to resources. This isn’t a political statement. It’s a simple truth about life, as we know it on Earth. But… privilege does not equal an easy life.

If you are alive, you have problems.

Problems do come in variations. Some are bigger than others. I’m not suggesting otherwise. What I’ve come to realize is while problems come in an unlimited number of varietal shapes and sizes, they are—all of them—individually and/or sometimes interwoven or stacked together in such a way that they make life… interesting, challenging, unique, and… NOT easy.

Relationships, societal pressures, cultural norms, addiction, family history, mental health, physical health, abuse, loss, grief, betrayal, accident, disaster—natural and of the human variety… none of these discriminate based on how much money a person has, where they live, what color of skin they wear, age, religion, or lifestyle.

I might tell myself a person has an easy life because he/she has money and therefore access to whatever he/she needs. I might tell myself a person has an easy life because he/she is young, or has health, family, loving relationships, OR I might tell myself a person has an easy life because he/she does not have {fill in the blank}.

No matter what I tell myself in this scenario, I’m wrong.

Because…

There is no such thing as an easy life.

My children have been trying to teach me this lesson since I became a mother. They are privileged in a plethora of ways—food, water, clothing, shelter, general financial security, loving family and supportive relationships, general physical health, and access to resources of every kind.

Yet, their privilege will not, can not, and has not protected them from experiencing unkindness, illness—theirs and that of those they love, loneliness, mental health and learning issues, racism, fear of loss, grief… the list goes on.

These things, they make life hard—still joyous, still beautiful, still worth cherishing, but also… NOT easy. Yes, there are problems big and small, but no one gets through this life without difficulty—no one.

Because…

There is no such thing as an easy life.