Like a wave, we rise and we fall… Some days it feels like we’re on top of it all We scale the great heights As though we’ve mastered life Then other times we feel as though we’ve missed the call… Missing the purpose… feeling things stall Like the wave, the peak never lasts Like the
Layden with stressorsthe world an oppressorseeking to steal joy at every turn Capitalism in full swingWork til retiringWhen will we ever learn Keep up the grindDon’t get left behindThe cogs continue to churn It’s all about moneyJust suck it up honeyKeep on and continue to earn To do what you loveYou must rise aboveand learn
Nothing here is permanent so why do we even careNothing here stays, it just dissipates into thin airI place importance on finding a directionBut what if it isn’t mine to findRunning the good old rat race while unraveling my own mindSeeking and searching for my purposeStriving for that meaning and surplusBut what if there isn’t
Usually, when I write, I come from an uplifted place of inspiration, but today I find myself struggling to find my bliss. I dropped my daughter off at school this morning and had to intentionally start saying all of the small things I was grateful for. I started recounting the many things, our health, our