She felt her heart begin to heal once she touched the keyboard.  The words fell from her fingertips.  The tight band around her chest loosened.  She could breathe again.  She could feel again.

She sighs.  Life is hard.  Life is easy.  You just have to breathe and be with the moment.  The rest will take care of itself, one second at a time, one minute, a day, a week, a month.  It will go on however you decide to make it.

I want life not to be hard but not easy either.  It needs to be of challenge and hope.