Keep Moving

In the past few years, I have grieved the loss of people who were once close to me. The past we had shared, and the future I had envisioned with them in it, is now nothing but a void. Instead of moving forward, I wanted to be left behind in the past when everything seemed to be alright before they crumbled in front of me, and to pretend that I could hold on to an image or an idea that was never meant to become reality.

But somewhere during the hopelessness and depression, I'd remind myself that there are many new stories in life yet to be written. If I found happiness once in the past, then I can find it again in the future. There are still people, animals, and things left for me to love, to cherish, and to make life meaningful. What I find beautiful now is people's ability to go through loss and grief, and to come out of the dark tunnel with light on the other side.

This piece is written for the people we have lost, the heartbreak we have felt, and the courage we have gathered time and time again to pick ourselves back up and keep moving.