Because it has to

I posted this on Facebook last week, but I forgot to post here. So, here it is-let me know what you think:
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Sometimes, when we are alone, we crumble.

Anger gives way to fear, to tears. Some of those times, we wonder the purpose. We have accepted life is reality. An ugly reality, yes, but how often is truth shown through a tinted lens?

     We accept life, we muddle through pain, we argue with heartbreak. We pray for smiles, butterflies, for a child's laugh. It is the absence of these that makes us fight. We await a win, no matter the size.

Some would think that this absence of joy, the utter depravity of this world, would kick us down, depress us, slice, and kill us. But it doesn't. Not in the end. Because we are made to fight.

     Like DNA copies that will never differ from the parent cell, so are we. Our parent died on a cross, our minds feel confusion. Our parent was kicked, and so are we. But He fought and won. Like our parent, our internal design will fight until our earthly minds allow control. They will.

     We await. Unsatisfied with this world. Believers that there are sunshiny day, pink sunglasses, swing sets, friendship. We are laughed at, sliced, prepared to be devoured. Unsatisfied with this world.

     We are asked "why?" We are asked "how do you know that any other world would be better than this one?"

Because it has to.

We, the believers.

We, the realists.

We, the bleeding humans, are burning down our Neverlands. Our fairy tales.

We stand, we fight.

We lift our chin, ready to die for life.

How do we, the children, know anything would be any better than this?

Because it has to.

Forgive us if we're cold-blooded realists.

We are the unsatisfied.

We await.

We fight.

We will always fight.

Matchbox by our side.