The reality of the cold, harsh world we live in

This is a monologue I made:

Sometimes I wish life was like a meadow. They are so calm. Nothing in the world would want to bother a meadow. Flowers bloom, Tree sway in the quiet wind, and the grass dances to the beat of the world around it. But life is not a meadow, and you cannot always get that perfect breeze blowing your hair back. You must bare the mushy snow that gets in your boots. You must bare the cold world around us. You must live and savor the times that life is like a meadow.

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