Hands

Its scary, at times, how we can the exert all our gained energy over a particular task yet leave nothing for ourselves to recuperate. You start to feel that numbness in one muscle to another, then you just fail to realize that it abruptly consumed every part of your body. Your last moment drowned on the raging thoughts of uncertainty. 

We all need something to lay our hands to, not just to feel, but to have something to hold on to. I think the difficulty of life is addressed by the number of hands that are willing to reach down to you, to grab you from whatever misery that you encounter. The human race was never meant to stand alone. The numbers are there to prove it. 

We just have to remember, we are blessed with two hands for a reason.