Life is a journey. Words are the map!

This is part of an essay I wrote exploring why humans exist. I took a global approach.

A creative essay that aims to humanize the wild. Is the wolf more man than beast? Is man more beast than human?

A poem about finding (and losing) peace.

Letting go is the hardest thing to do.

Abuse is a bitch. The abused want to fight back but the fight is never fair.

A clan of homeless men and women are forced to keep moving. No one wants them in their vicinity. They keep to themselves and never beg. In fact, they always leave something behind. Will anyone ever notice?

Annika was nearing the end of her life. Could Alina bring some semblance of normality back, or had Annika's memory been erased, lost to the cruelty of Alzheimer's?

A literary agent criticized this for ending the way it did. But the ending is the beginning. The title is the key. What do you think?