Holding On

Questions flock to a mind that holds only the bounds of what the finite can accomplish; the infinite answers of so much emotion can be explained only through the eyes of those who have seen it. Stepping out into this unknown blackness that surrounds a life, one can only perceive what is directly in front of them, not what is around the corner or across the hill. But it is in the steps we take--the journey we live--that makes the destination so important. It seems the fleeting changes of this world have to be but memories upon a pinhead existence for only a breath are we to the vast expanse of eternity. Because life doesn't explain what we must do, we come to this world full of emotion, we are given a brain and one chance to make things happen for ourselves, but the finality is when the time comes and we do not take it, our moment has passed and the future is set. It is our choices that make us who we are and those choices mold our existence into a reality that only God and we know about. The unknown feelings, the hurtful mockeries that we tell ourselves, they only exist in ourselves. We hide them so deep inside that there are no keys to open them, no secret passwords to process them, no way for us to let them go.