A Life Worth Having

Vacation's over.
The flight over the pacific washes over
Rolling waves, crashes down, down down...
The sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach,
slowly returns.

It's like digging your way to sunshine
A gopher releasing its head,
only to burrow back underground for home,
before you can catch him.

But the more the years pass,
the closer standard days become to vacation days
Blurring the lines,
and fading everything black to gray,
white to gray.

Yet today, it's back into the negative,
into the daily battle of positivity.
Life may not be sunshine and rainbows
but I certainly try my hardest to get it there.

What is the purpose of living in strife?
We all have to live on this earth,
All have to go through the same daily struggles,
the same life changing moments.

The ones that leave pock marks on our skin,
and the ones that leave scars too deep to see.
We do the best with what we have.

It gets easier, this positivity,
but its never automatic.
It's never just given.

Nothing worth having ever is.