He had means and he had opportunity, but he had no motive.
In this case, the action in question wasn’t the commission of a crime, it was the living of a life.
All over the world, people struggle for the means to live, or the opportunity to make a better life; but, unless they also have a reason to live, means and opportunity are meaningless.
Selfish desire had been his sole motivation for years, but like a mirror that reflected only itself, he had examined his own life and found it empty.
He needed to care about something outside himself, something like love; he wasn’t quite sure where he should go to buy something like that.
Oh, my brother — all the means in the world cannot buy motive. For “reason to live” is not a thing you buy – it’s a thing you make.
For Nano Poblano this year, I’m trying a prose post a day instead of my usual work in poetry. Thanks for reading. – S.B.