Life is a struggle, an endless fight.  It can be beautiful and light, but ultimately, we must struggle against our tides.  As Buffy tells Dawn before ending her own battle, “The hardest thing in this world is to live in it.”

I start spinning, slipping out of time
Was that the wrong pill to take?

I try, and persist, but some days, I just need to stop.  I need someone else to shoulder the load.  I need a stiff drink and for time to simply halt.  But it never does.  This is the nature of life, and although I believe in the notion that to understand joy, we must have a relative example of pain, it doesn’t mean I should roll out a red carpet and welcome it.

No rest for the wicked?  More like, no rest for those the wicked have wronged.

Here I am, a rabbit-hearted girl
Frozen in the headlights
It seems I’ve made the final sacrifice

Dust off the looking-glass, then, and look with world-weary eyes.  What’s down is now up, and I reel from the vertigo, but I cannot lose my gravity.  The rabbit must be a lion; the lion cannot be a mouse, no matter how scary her house by the woods has become.

No matter how low we get, survivors crawl onwards.  We raise it up.

And in the spring I shed my skin
And it blows away with the changing wind
The waters turn from blue to red
As towards the sky I offer it

Rabbit Heart (Raise It Up) – Florence + The Machine