If I Ever Give Up Remind Me Why I'm Here

As I looked out the window wondering what had kept me all this time. I could see what has made me hold on to everything that I wanted to let go of. I could see constant reminders of things that made me grow. But I could also see the reminders of the things that were holding me back. At that very moment I got up and began to pick up those pieces and throw those things away. I no longer wanted to hold on to them. I wanted a reason to stay here. I wanted someone to call me and remind me of why I existed. And that is when it happened, I started reminding myself. I started living through the eyes of not only what I had been through but what those before and those with me had told. This is where it begins. The reminders of why. See we are not sane simply because we dwell. We are sane because something reminds us that there is hope. And that is what we hold on to. We hold on to it until we get down to that last thread. And then we search for more. And when the voice in our heads don’t say it anymore, someone reminds us.