There you are ...
~ we move through because “giving up” is an already overcrowded and underwhelming place.
We move through.
We don’t move on. Not quickly. Not cleanly.
What makes someone quit, toss in the towel, turn tail, vanish into the beige fog of “maybe later”?
Whatever it is, it’s not you, it’s not me.
We don’t quit. We detour. We sidestep. We downshift. We go around the mess, or crawl backwards just far enough to gain traction.
Even pinned under a Coke machine or life's equivalent, we can still move a thought, spark someone else’s fire, or scream like hell for help.
Nobody reverses forever.
Reverse is just the gear that gets us out of the ditch.
And sometimes, the greatest progress happens in a collision: when a spark with another quirky someone to form an accidental alliance, or just being the emotional crutch someone else needs while they limp toward their own unfinished business.
Stuck isn’t stopped.
It’s just, …. a pause with a little attitude.
Struggle? Yes.
Surrender? … No, not unless there is proof we’ve flatlined. And if we have, hurry up with those paddles!
We don’t quit because we can’t.
Life offers lousy escape routes.
You’re always stuck with yourself, so you might as well move forward, sideways, or diagonally with style.
Nation, team, family, or ragtag dreamers, we’re built to endure, not evaporate.
Even when the tank is empty, the map’s on fire, and when hope is only a rumour, we still show up.
And wherever we go, there we are.
And we move through.
