Life has never been easy.
It is hard, unpredictable, unforgiving, also beautiful and curious.
Troubles never come in singles, except in tennis or golf.
That troubles come in groups, is the rule.
We start out small, a tiny baby, helpless, hungry, cold, in need of comfort. Most of us started this way and received all this, with love. In some lands they are born, neglected and die. Life can be very hard, when we really think of others.
We are given choices in life, from childish habits, to fully grown adults, to try to be a help and comfort to other humans. But that doesn't always work as it is supposed to. There is jealousy, hatred, and love, which is predominant, in some lands but not all lands. It makes our own choices hard to assess. We do our best and "sink or swim," as the saying goes.
When you're very old, 80s, 90s, and 100s, you have a heavy load on your mind of "why didn't I do better?" Even thinking about ourselves and our doubts is a very hard pill to swallow. A man wrote:
"A wise old owl sat on an oak,
The more he saw the less he spoke,
the less he spoke the more he heard.
Why can't we be like that old bird?"
Would like be much easier? I don't know. It is still hard.