Life Is NEVER Easy

   It’s not easy. It’s not easy to do many things, actually. Most things are hard, because that’s just how the world is. 

   Okay, from the top. 

   “Hello y’all!” 

   No, y’all’s too...No, a more formal, a more, a more…A better one…

   “Hello people,”

   Good enough for now, I think. No, probably not. This is an important speech! Come on, you can do better. Much, much, MUCH better than just hello people. 

   The world is cruel, too. Like I said before, the world makes things hard. Things like speeches. 

   “Good evening,”

   Yes, a perfect start. 

   “I want what’s best for us, which is why--”

   Isn’t that what everyone says? No, no, utterly terrible! 

   “The world is not perfect, just like how it makes everything hard.”

   There was no need for the right for a woman to take control to become hard. It was just a simple wish for everyone to be equal, to be the same, treated reasonably the same way. Of course, you shan't treat a Queen like you’d treat a prisoner. 

   “If everything was easy, where would the challenge be?” 

   The challenge was plastered on everything--just like a hard math problem no one in your 3rd grade class can solve, even the young teacher. 

   “Although sometimes a challenge isn’t good, sometimes it pushes us forward and encourages us.” 

   Sometimes it’s harsh and doesn’t give you a choice of whether or not to complete the challenge. Or ignore it. 

      “But right now what’s hardest is us just simply changing.”

   Gah, such a cringy line. 

   “We need to fix the world.”

   No no, I need a better job.

   “We have a broken world. Each shard of the world is in our palms, no matter how hard we do, how hard we try...Each of us owns a small guilt of hurting our world.” 

   Yes, of course. Maybe I was going on a tangent. But, even if you are one of those “save the ocean!” Or “help the earth” or “making things out of recycled things.” Of course I support you, however, at least once in your life have you not let a small piece of trash escape from the tips of your fingers? 

   Perhaps. 

   Even when I was little, oh, so pure on non-littering, I accidentally allowed a piece of tissue paper from Mcdonalds slip from my fingers. Now, at this time you’d have to understand the fact that I was young--little--innocent. On one hand, I was frimly gripping my mother’s hand. On the other, I was loosely holding the Mcdonalds tissue paper. 

   Mother and I were set at a brisk pace. She took long graceful steps whilst I stumbled beside her and tried to keep in step with her. I hadn’t noticed the Mcdonalds tissue paper slip from my fingers, otherwise I would’ve noticed it. But I didn’t. A moment later I noticed: Hey! Where’s my tissue paper? 

   And then, seconds later I saw it was flying in the wind. 

   Oh-no! I littered! Was my first reaction. But then, before I could go back and pick it up, a group of people walked in front of the tissue, and when the left, mother and I were far from the Mcdonalds tissue paper. 

   “Small differences make big changes. Have you heard that quote before?” 

   What was I doing? What was I practicing this useless speech for anyway? It’s not like I would win. 

***

   “Small differences make big changes. Have you heard that quote before?” I grinned. A true grin. A happy grin. 

   It wasn’t that someone told me; it was like I felt it. I knew I would win--I just had that gut feeling. 

   Smiling as I stepped on stage to welcome my new people, I called out: 

   “I, Vachi Cleri Fa Bancho promise to be the best presidant ever.”