The Walk.

There are few things that scare me. I am not afraid of bugs, spiders, rats or mice. I have no issues with heights, small places, or elevators. I use to think that there would never be something I couldn't conquer. I stand corrected. In this life there is a perfect plan for each of us, we are taught that our entire childhood. Things happen for a reason, there is a reason for everything. Then we are thrown a senseless, reasonless curve ball and we crumble. How do you justify the unjustifiable? How do you learn to see the good in things that are so unfair? How do you crawl while those around you run? The answer... You just do. What other choice is there but to continue? The walk is alone, there are few who can understand the emotional toll that is can take on you. The physical exhaustion. The endless guilt. The effort involved in even taking a breath. The soul crushing disappointment. When the waves of these emotions crash in there is only one thing that keeps you afloat, moving and pushing forward and that is the love of your child. No one can love them like you do. No one know them like you do. No one can take that from you. They are the reason that you walk. Alone or not. They are the journey. Finding him is the reason.