Holding on to Something


You hear stories all the time of people who should have died from their internal bleeding, from their cancer, from their old age. They should have died, but they didn't. They held on for something—family, friends, kittens, true love (or to blave).

If I ran you over today with my Skirtsmobile en route to Elijah Wood's house, what would keep you alive? What would you be fighting to keep? Because the only thing I'm clinging to right now is hope. Hope that the grocery store will finally have Ben & Jerry's chocolate almond nougat ice cream back on the shelves this week.