I don't want to ask, why is life so hard?

Because for me, it isn't.

My life is very easy. Not the easiest, but I've definitely got everything that I could ever need.

Yet I'm forever wanting more.

I'm not referring to my desire for material things. No, I could do without them.

However, there are things that aren't as accessible that I would love to have,

like financial freedom to be able to choose a career that is by no means stable;

social freedom to allow me to do something that doesn't necessarily scream supreme intelligence;

and freedom in general so that I don't succumb to my worst fears due to pressure from those who least intend to push me into anything against my will.

My future probably wouldn't seem so terrifying if I wasn't so scared to commit myself to something that for now I have no confidence in.