Everyone has a reason for continuing on this long journey of indeterminate length, until the end, called life. Whether it be money, love, kids, or some abstract dream to achieve. Mine is so much more delicate and easily fragmented than that. Everyone has a reason. For that push. A motivation behind every step. An ethereal hand that tugs on the their shirt leading them away from the abyss.
Mine is just a hooked finger as I lean over looking for a reason to let go. Continue Reading