Why do I stay alive?

It’s a question I’ve asked myself often.

Some days I struggle to find answers.

They are embarassingly simple when I do.

Like...

puppy snuggles,

the smell of snow,

campfires,

sunsets,

a good hug,

sweet dreams,

a warm bed,

books,

Christmas,

tacos,

margaritas,

wine.

A part of me believes these answers are too basic.

Seeking a deeper meaning,

a purpose.

Cracking open my brain,

begging for an acceptable answer to surface.

A purposeful reply with more meat on its bones.

Maybe there isn’t one?

Terrifying concept,

viable all the same.

It’s easy to fall into an existential crisis,

the true challenge is climbing out of it...