A reflection on family, fading connections, and what it means to become the glue yourself
I hear you! Being the only one still holding on—feeling like no one else cares. Maybe they don’t. Maybe they never learned how.
You try to keep things together, but parts still break away. Maybe that’s okay.
Maybe you have to let them go. Some of the glue will stick and go with them, whether it be a person or a tradition.
But why keep trying? This thought has haunted me for a long time.
Why keep climbing a mountain that has no summit?
Maybe the answer isn’t something you can say aloud.
Maybe it can’t be found by climbing—
and yet, only the ones who climb will ever find it.
I hear you! Being the only one still holding on—feeling like no one else cares. Maybe they don’t. Maybe they never learned how.
You try to keep things together, but parts still break away. Maybe that’s okay.
Maybe you have to let them go. Some of the glue will stick and go with them, whether it be a person or a tradition.
But why keep trying? This thought has haunted me for a long time.
Why keep climbing a mountain that has no summit?
Maybe the answer isn’t something you can say aloud.
Maybe it can’t be found by climbing—
and yet, only the ones who climb will ever find it.