Hold On, Like Punch-Kun

 🐒 Hold On, Like Punch-kun

In a quiet corner of the world,
a baby macaque clung to something soft
when the arms meant to hold him did not.

No words. No questions.
Just instinct, to reach for warmth
wherever it could be found.

Punch-kun did not choose, how his story began.
But he chose to hold on.

And in that small embrace of cotton and thread,
he showed us something profound
that comfort is not weakness,
that attachment is not shame,
that survival sometimes begins
with the simplest act of holding tight.

We are not so different.
We too must find
our own soft places —
a memory, a dream, a quiet hope stitched together
from what remains.

The need for comfort
belongs to all living hearts.

And like a tiny monkey
with a borrowed mother of cloth,
we endure —not because life was gentle, but because we found something that was.