The only way to fail at life is to abstain from it.
Don’t you forget about me. Will you look my way? Will you walk on by?
What does it mean to abstain from life? What does it mean to lose your way? To give up? To quit?
To divorce? To commit suicide? To stop eating? To binge drink?
I wish that I could say that I know. I wish that I could give an amazing speech on the hope of humanity and tragic optimism and love never fails. I guess I could.
What I have found is so much more encouraging, however is an older couple holding hands in the rain. Or a young heart going through depression find the light again through the eyes of a friend. Or the freedom to express the feeling of skinniness beyond skinny. Or the Batman who never gives up on people, even when they hate him.
Don’t give up.
I can whisper that into the void of writing and never hear anything back
Or, I can continue to live as I write and mean what I say. I will listen. I will hold your hand. I will be a shoulder for your quite tears.
I will always intercede on your behalf.
Again, I say: Rejoice.