Why does it feel like an Effort to Live

Why does it feel like an effort to live
If life is as natural as it’s supposed to be
Is it because I am pushing myself
Against the currents that are carrying me?

Why does it feel like an effort to live
If I am really in love with what is around
Is love not what I have thought it to be
Or is it love itself that keeps me bound?

Why does it feel like an effort to live
Even when things are going my way
Is each achievement just a spike of joy
That the next moment will wash away?

Why does it feel like an effort to live
If my faith is strong and my worship pure
Is it because I am separate from God
Is the end of separation, the only cure?