Why try at all?

Think back to a time when everything was perfect.
when you eagerly anticipated waking up the following morning.


The last time you spent the entire night asleep.
when you at last experienced calm.
That everything will work out fine.

Then all of a sudden your power, your hopes, and all of your dreams are lost.
"Please God, tell me it's a dream!" is all you can think to shout.
The dawning realization that it is reality.

You struggle against the conclusion.
Just a little bit of normality is all you need.
Despite your best efforts, all you can do is sob.

When you try to be furious with God, you actually get angry with yourself.
Why didn't I simply remain at home that day?
Why doesn't anything ever work out for me?


You get out of bed slowly.
Make the decision to try life once more.

You extend a hand.
Others reach behind.
Some even fail to return calls.

Just when you believed there was nothing left to lose.
You do.

These people, who you believed to be friends, only wanted to take advantage of you.

You then recline, just wanting to sleep and wondering "why me"?
Is it what I decide?


You start giving up.
You no longer see a purpose to even get out of bed.

The sound of the phone ringing or a knock on the door suddenly appears.

Someone there to encourage you to keep going because you are so much more valuable.

While the other person wonders why, you start to cry.
Attempting to express, "I appreciate having you as a friend today.

Without you, I would have given up and perished."
The "Why" has now been answered for you.
It serves as a reminder to keep trying and to never give up.
Now I understand and don't wonder why I'm crying.
I rise from my bed and attempt once more.