Thinking out loud

She sits down and puts her hand to her pounding chest. Thinks of all she has lost and will lose. All she has had and will have. It becomes clear to her that life is like gathering berries into an apron with a hole while walking along the road.
Why do we keep going despite knowing the berries are dropping through the hole to the ground? Because we can't afford to stop, even though the berries are beautiful and sweet, so we would keep going and make do with the few we have left at the end of the day.
We must learn to catch what we can, and walk past what we can't for the promise of more, just ahead.