Anyone? Anyone?   

Why is it so difficult to find a smooth road?
Why does life insist on a relentless plethora of demands?
Why does the existence of peace have to be as sudden and fleeting as blinking?
Why does serenity seem to be a concept, rather than a possibility?
Why does the insatiable thirst for escape and repose get stronger over time?
Why do there appear to be so many more questions than answers?
Why is it so hard? Why can't it just be easier?

                             Sally