There’s always an easy road. It’s well-lit, well-paved, and leads nowhere worth going. The meaningful life is harder — it costs more, hurts more, demands more. But at the end, you’ll have something to show for it besides comfort.
“Easy now means empty later. Hard now means something that lasts.”
Gritty folk Americana — acoustic guitar and foot stomps, raw and earthy. The verses are sparse, urgent, almost desperate. Dorian mode tension building through the pre-chorus. Then the chorus erupts: handclaps, brightened chords, anthemic but rough around the edges. Because the meaningful path isn’t pretty. It’s just worth it.