On being lazy

I don't wish for things to be easier. I wish for me to be better. But it is a personal liking and among you I see many whose liking is opposite of mine: to walk on a bed of roses. But what is a bed of roses today will hardly be one tomorrow. While tomorrow is a mystery that you fail to have a glimpse of, you are constantly painted a picture of a starker reality shall you fail to push yourself to the limit. The adults paint you such a picture because they might have experienced, or might have seen others experience life-without-hardwork. And while their words may hurt, they make sure that the road awaits you will be the least bumpy of all. So l wish for you to listen, for if you listen close enough, you hear what you have failed to hear.