What to do, when you are on your own?

What to do, when you are on your own?

A donkey stuck in the mud.

I asked him, what to do, when you are on your own?

He replied that life was like a carrot, which was a carrot,

and no more is known.

The carrot or the stick.

Delicacy or punishment.

A carrot and a donkey.

A parasitic peasantry.

Two species entangled to keep themselves alive,

a constant struggle on why to arrive.

Deviating on the way.

Attach the carrot tenderly to the stick.

One more step.

Nearly there.

Is it heroic, this endurance of everyday?

Is this persistence, martyrdom?

Constant repetition?

But what makes the difference?

Hope out of hopelessness, possible out of impossible.

What we mourn or yearn for that which may never have existed.

We long for what is now implausible.

The donkey

stubborn, goes on.

No courage.

No danger.

Determined repetition.

Exhausted.

One more step.

Nearly there.

The carrot.

The donkey.

Go on.

Continue. 

Remain.

Resist.

Comfort of lost things  reigns, 

aware that they remain at least in the brain.

If not heroic, then steadfast?!

But what makes the difference,

is the difference of the determination itself.

One more step.

Relief.

Nearly there.