Step step step.

She took a step, one step. Just one more step. How many steps would it take to walk away? How many steps would it take to be free How many? She was fed up of looking for answers but you know, no one gives them up easily. Someone always knows the answer, but who gives it up? Does anyone stand there with a red flag waving for your attention screaming that they know the answer? No. Does anyone track you down telling you how to move your feet, how to bend your knees, how exactly to take those steps? No. Does anyone sneak the answer into your paper, or write it on a billboard? No. No one was giving her the answer here, no one was giving up. And so she took one more step. One more step her way. One more step the only way she knew. But it wasn’t right, and it was not the answer. So why take it at all?

Take it. Take it because it’s there? Take it because you have to? Take it because if you don’t you’ll still be stood at square one. And moving is at least worth something, right? What if you step one back instead of one forward. What if you end up at square minus one? What then? Are you happy because you’ve moved? Or sad because you’ve moved back? When it’s so hard to take that step at all, what’s the option? What’s the answer?

We all search for our answers, why search? Does it help at all? What if it’s something we don’t like? Why do we think about what we aren’t? Why do we focus on the negatives? Will we be content without knowing what we’re looking for if there is still hope? Do you know? Because I don’t. So do we take the step? Or do we just stew?

Questions. I know it’s easy to ask questions. But as has already been said, answers are the hard part.

Keep searching. Keep stepping. Keep moving.

At least if you’re moving you can feel alive. If you’re hurting you know you’re not dead. If you’re bleeding you know you still can.

And isn’t that what life is about? Feeling alive? Do you feel alive?

Here lies my conclusion. We need to move to feel alive. Backwards or forwards not caring what the consequence is. Dealing with those consequences makes us to feel alive. And so on and so forth. And so the circle is set, and we, then, are alive. It is the people who chose not to move that are not living. Don’t hold bad, Throw it all in, Move for life, Love for life, Be Life. Pain, Hurt, the lot. I’m living, and just because it’s not your way doesn’t mean it’s wrong.