This isn’t in reference to just ONE thing. It’s in reference to a LOT of things.
Uphill battles that seem to go nowhere fast.
Long, depressing slogs through life’s issues.
Honestly, there are days, when I’m walking somewhere, and I just want to keep walking. No turning around. No going home. Just walking. Constant and dogged forward movement.
I don’t know where I’d go, or how I’d feed myself, or where I’d sleep. Those aren’t as important as just moving forward. Chances are I wouldn’t stop long enough to think about food or sleep. I’d just be walking until I dropped.
In those moments, that situation makes a lot of sense. It seems so plausible. So do-able.
Not H. Not my family. Not my friends. The Kid.
I couldn’t see just walking away from her. Not like that. Certainly not now.
So whenever I get that feeling. That urge to just throw up my hands, say “Fuck it.” and walk off into the sunset. I see her face. Peeking just above the living room windowsill. Watching. Waiting. And I know I have to come back.
Take from this what you will. I leave it open to interpretation. Bend it, mold it, shape it to fit whatever form you need it to fit.