Is life really simple or really hard?
I read something similar to this recently, and it makes perfect sense. Life is shockingly simple but surprisingly hard. The hard comes in the form of consistency. The day that you realise what hard is, is the moment you don’t want to do it, or those days where you don't do anything, because it seems too hard. The days when, despite how you feel, you take action, no matter how small, is when you realise how simple life is. Results, and rewards, come from small, repetitive actions.