What if I discovered the reason I'm alive is to help you?
And without that help, my life is a waste, worthless crumpled paper blowing down an alley. What if the traps laid were my needs or an exploration of my feelings in an egocentric circle of lost opportunity?
What if I looked for ways I can help?
If I'm not here for you, then I must depart, this life has nothing to offer me alone. If there is no “we” on this earth, no family to belong to, no greater good to serve, then I will lay me down in peace and give up my breath. What if my dying breath were given for a resuscitation of your life? Is this the greatest gift? To give my life for you? I've heard this sacrifice called the greatest love, do I pursue this divine commission?
What if we knew that our ways were best fulfilled in this purpose, holding each other above the water? What if my strength grew with helping you, and shrank if I used it to tread the water of my desire?
Then with a great heave I will lift you up, putting you on my shoulders to breathe, for your breath has become mine, and mine yours, and this is what we call living.
First Published in Opinions Of Eye