Some days its easy, other days it isn't.
Some days its something I'm always meaning to get to, but it keeps eluding me, obscured by life's meaningless repetitive chores.
Other days I hide from it and try not to think about it, to forget it exists.
But it's always there in the back of my mind. It always finds me.
Then there are the days when it feels like a wife, a lover, a friend. It sounds like the best song I've ever heard or tastes like the best food I've ever eaten.
I realize as I write this that my ramble could just as easily refer to life in general as it does its titular subject. How amazing. How lovely and simple.
Life should be a story.