Movement

Move. It's one of the first things we're taught when we were still babies. The opening and closing of our palms (and our momma would sing close-open-close-open), crawling, sitting, standing up, then walking. The day we started to walk that's the day we carried life in our backs.

The bad news is we weren't told that once we start, we cannot stop. That it is unacceptable for us to go back to sitting down or crawling when we get tired. Even if we don't know where to go, we're supposed to move. Past the crossroads. Past the checkpoints. I think it is the pressure of movement that leads us to our demise or fortune or plain dumb luck.

A New Proverb did say , "Any leap in the dark is better than standing still."

So what if something bad happens at least there was something. But doesn't this defeat the essence of waiting? Why can we not wait for better days to come? Why do we close our eyes to bitter possibilities and move? Is it because we are strong?

Or numb?

Movement. We do it because it gives ur partial answers. Enough to get us out of the bed. Because lying down gives us more questions. With or without the presence of hope, we struggle. Even if we're in pain. Why? Because tomorrow is right there.

I say, "Bring me closer tomorrow because I just can't stand today."