Dear Life,

I guess you're misunderstood.
You're definitely confusing.
As well as painful, hard,and depressing at times.
But, you're beautiful as well...

It's just hard to make it through the difficult times, to find your way to the ones worth living.
But when I walk through the woods in the evening light, I realize.
You're always beautiful, even in your blindingly sad moments, you're beautiful. 
It's hard to come to terms with it, but life and death are both beautiful... in different ways.
I lose sight of that a lot... 
Because my pain ridden mind can't see it.
I just feel the sting and wish I could escape it.
Then just a sunset or moonrise can make me feel differently, but it's hard to find time to enjoy things such as that.
Yes, we should all make time for it... But that's normally easier said than done.
Why is life hard?
Because everything has to struggle, everything has to fight to survive.
Everything has to fight to live.
There's no way to escape it.
You've just got to learn to accept it, learn to love the simpler things...
You don't always have to strive for the best, because sometimes the best is right under your nose.
The whispering of a breeze, the sound of an owl. Those things worth feeling or hearing...
A small stream glistening in the forest, the the grass dancing in the wind... Those are worth seeing...
Sure, those are small things... You could just turn on the tv, pull up a picture on the internet of most of those... But it's not the same as actually going outside and experiencing it..
It's not living, if you don't go smell, feel, hear and live it...

I might sound like some kind of rambling nature lover... but everyone has to have something that gives them a peaceful moment... or a happy thought...