I watch the sun rise through the trees through the window by my bed, the dull yellows, greens, and blues slowly growing brighter. I sit and contemplate my life here, wondering if it's all worth it, pondering if I should stay.
I sigh, resting my chin in my hands, staring at the sky as it lightens, welcoming the new day. I see animals scurry in the snow dusted yard, busy with their own existance, no time for them to comtemplate what their lives are about.
Absentmindedly I pet my faithful companion, who looks at me with thoughtful blue eyes, wondering why I haven't yet moved from the bed to go for our walk.
Another sigh...why is life so hard sometimes? Why can't it just be easy for a change?
There's a stirring beside me on the bed. I lean over and kiss the forehead of the man that has kept me going, kept me breathing. I stare at him lovingly, gently pushing his dark hair from his face.
As I stare into his peaceful, sleeping face I realize that life is worth living, that my life has meaning. For there is someone in this topsy-turvy life that needs me, needs my love just as much as I need him. I kiss his forehead once more before I rise to my feet. I whisper 'I love you' as I quietly leave the room to go for my morning walk with my ever faithful, ever watchful companion, whose tail wags frantically as she walks beside me.
I step outside into the chilly morning air and breathe deeply. I smile up at the bright blue sky where a few clouds have gathered to stare back down at me.
I pet my dog's head once more and we head off to go for our peaceful walk. Life is worth sticking around for. It may not be easy or fun every day, but that's what keeps it interesting.
