Life never really gets any easier.

You just continue to hope that you’re improving in your ability to handle it all.

All the happiness, the laughter, the angriness, the pain, and the infinitesimal periods between them. The abrupt changes, the surprises, the disappointments. The attachments and the detachments. The people who come and then either stay or go.

Sometimes you look back at your life and realize how vast it is, despite the fact that you’re young - the significant events, the not-so-significant ones, and the general recollections of how your life used to be.

Then you notice that in addition to the memories you have now, there are also the ones you will never be able to recall. The things that your senses capture but remain unnoticed. The faces of strangers who run completely different lives. The monotonous actions you do everyday.

The older you get, the greater the number of these occurrences becomes. The compilation that is your life grows even larger, despite already being immeasurable - turning into something even more inconceivable. And you keep marveling at the fact that you’ve been through every situation; lived through every second of every minute of every day.

As long as you keep living, life will continue to throw these things at you, and you will continue to evolve because of them. It never gets any easier, but that makes life what it is.

And so you go on.