Eden was a Garden

there has been this perpetual question swimming around in the shallow lakes of my mind.

if doing the "right" thing is the best thing to do, why is it so hard to do sometimes?

it seems like i know what i should do, and when i should do it but life in it self is never that easy. i have found that its never a matter of what to do as much as it is a matter of how to do.

life is never easy as making a decision. no, it's always something so much more.

ha, i suppose one could say that life is something like a starbucks. it's never just a matter of coffee, darling, and it's never just a matter of right or wrong decisions.

i would never admit this otherwise, but i suppose { in some twisted way} i do envy those who tend to only see the world in blackandwhite. if i could only view life like that the decisions i made would be so much easier. Alas, i tend to view life in about 16 million colors and twice as many shades, which makes it that much harder to understand what i should be doing.

if eden was real, would it be this hard there too?