My Reason (To Live)

Bad days. Bad feelings. Bad thoughts. Bad interactions. Bad setbacks. Bad outcomes. Bad people. In an unpredictable world teeming with bad things, one reliable constant clearly remains: my dog, Precious. Despite the abundance of bad aspects, she has been my anchor, bringing me comfort and even joy. Although it might sound melodramatic, she is primarily responsible for guiding me away from the brink of self-deletion. She is my reason for choosing that my life is worth living.