I used to think I wanted a soft life.
Security.
Predictability.
A job that asks not much of me.
But I stayed in that world just enough that my soul started pacing like a caged animal.
I needed resistance.
Something to push against.
Something that demands more from me than the version of me from yesterday.
That’s why challenge feels strangely nutritious.
It feeds the parts of you that boredom starves.
It sharpens your eyes.
It steadies your speech.
It strengthens the moral spine that lets you stand upright in a collapsing world.
“Life is tragedy mixed with malevolence” 100% sure.
But the human spirit was built exactly for that battlefield.
We don’t rise despite difficulty.
We rise because of it.