Never give up. Never.
That’s a long time. Is never earthly or eternal? Can anyone last that long? Who, literally, *never*? I say I’ll never drink alcohol and I mean it. But there was that once, I really wanted to. Never is so final. I’ll never do that, say that, go there. Hard lines. Walls. Boxes. Or direction, paths, streets.
Give. Giving is hard. Giving is very often losing something. You give money, then you have less. You give time and you don’t get that back. You give presents you’ll never see again. You give pieces of yourself and sometimes it is so many pieces and then you are just trying to keep the holes from tearing you apart.
Up. They say God is up. The sky is up. Trees, clouds, storms. Except trees and clouds and storms all come down. I guess God does too. I mean, Jesus did. And God comes metaphorically “down” to help us. Or, do we rise up to get that help? Maybe he pulls us up, like a parent pulls a child into their lap? Maybe both? Up. Lots of things go up, rise up, lift up. Everything comes back down. Down to earth, down and out. Down the stairs, down the river.
What does it even mean, never give up? Don’t lose hope? Keep trying, even thought it looks hopeless? Endless? When do you call it? When is it over? When is it just time to give up? Never. I say this to myself, never give up. What kind of strength will this take? Can I be broken? If I never give up, does someone else have to? Never give up. A straight line to where I went to be. Or a walled path preventing me from seeing the view. I don’t want to give. Give up give up my dream, give up my plan, give up my hope. What is worth a never? What warrants give?When do you look up?
Never give up. Hang in there. Don’t quit.
Even dripping water eventually makes a hole in stone.
