my life at the moment, in cheesy metaphor--the only available medium for one frightened soul on a night that's too dark and quiet

Some things are important enough to work for
...to fight for,
...to die for.

Sometimes working doesn't involve sweat;
fighting doesn't make you bleed;
dying doesn't necessarily mean the end of life, just sometimes feeling like it.

Some people don't understand those things, and
some people just don't want to.

Sometimes holding on to what's important is like clinging to a silk thread in a hurricane.
But when it's important you hang on and ride out the storm.
It would be easier to let it blow away. Find shelter. Get warm until the weather is better and you can go out and find a new thread. And some people do that.

I won't. You can find a new thread, but it's never the same as the one you let blow away. And when it takes a lifetime to find the thread that makes the tapestry unique and colorful and me, that thread is worth hanging on to. Even if the weather ultimately rips it away, I must try to save it.

The tapestry is so beautiful.
Perfectly flawed and unevenly patterned and as rare as the most important thread.