Easy

Easing into it. I do with some hesitation. Easy I guess it would be a bit of a second guess to my uncertain self. I tentatively ease my old feelings of degradation. At what some point does one consider themselves easy,  or develop the  art of being at ease with all the bad but survival choices we can or have to make. When is life easy, is it when you don't give a shit. When the past is not a barrier to present you. When money is plentiful. Is it never easy at all. It's not supposed to be, the true test of character old develops in a twisted tale and unpredictable end.