HOLD ON

 There is a flicker of light 

In every darkness;
A moon for the darkest nights
And there's a tinge of dark
In every brightness;
A shadow for the sunniest days 

There's a dash of bad
In every seemingly entire good,
And a swish of good
In every eerily ruined bad,
Nothing really is 
Just as nothing really is not 

Life is never a definite agenda
It's not an ideal goal
Or a precise blueprint 
It has neither a menu 
Nor a manual
It's messed up and perfect
Thrilling and devastating 
Depressing and overwhelming 
All in one 

It's a jumble of situations
Events, fates, and circumstances 
Some will knock you off
Others will lift you so high
Some will scar you deeply 
Others will heal you greatly 

There is no pattern, no sequence
No set of permanent instructions
It does not always reward the deserving
Or punish the wrongdoers
There are no perks for the humane
Or a scolding for the heartless 

It's uncertain
In a chillingly certain manner
And uncertain is scary, anxious 
But uncertain also means hope 
And with hope comes infinite possibilities
That's why a surprising majority of us 
Constantly choose to hold on
Hold on to life; to hope