Everyday I wake up and ask myself, “what’s it all for?”
Isn’t that what we all want to know?
My youth left me mystified, fearing I would never know the truth.
Trying times dragged on and on, leaving a trail of angst and desperation behind.
Eventually I learned that trying times are not forever, though, and sometimes beauty is found where we least expect it.
The smallest things, often overlooked, can be what keeps us together when it’s so easy to fall apart.
A quiet morning by yourself before the rest of the world is awake.
The moment your head hits the pillow after a long day.
A hug from Mom and Dad.
A Sunday drive, the freedom of the open road stretched out before you.
That one song that takes you back to that exact time and place.
These remind us of what it’s like to be human.
What it’s like to love and lose, to excite and to fear, to treasure and to tarnish.
We spend our lives searching, constantly feeling like we are missing something that everyone else must have figured out already.
But we fail to see that we are all on the edge of the same cliff, reaching for the same hands to pull us back up.
So what’s it all for?
For us to be the hands at the top of the cliff, helping to bring others up with us.