The juice is worth the squeeze, we’re told, the destination worth the journey there. We hear these repeated ad nauseam, drilled into brain like mantra, like record broken and skipping. In the middle of the squeezing, in the center of the exhaustion from legs that just keep walking, one foot after another, we forget. We lose sight of the point, from time to time, watch it float like featherweight up and out, out and off and beyond our reach, we forget and so we sometimes stop. I am here, whispering out through simple words on some simple morning, to remind you again, to drill again that it’s worth it, it’s always been worth it, and Churchill nailed it when he said “If you’re going through hell, keep going.”
This is my story, here, in your words. I've moved through this life one foot in front of the other, pushing on, one step at a time. Those of us (all of us, really) who are survivors of whatever life throws at us know this in our bones. Thank you for your words.
Perfect and we are all in this together....heads down, one step at a time. Thanks again Tyler...beautiful Haiku.
This is my story, here, in your words. I've moved through this life one foot in front of the other, pushing on, one step at a time. Those of us (all of us, really) who are survivors of whatever life throws at us know this in our bones. Thank you for your words.