|Growing tired of our daily existence,
To the point of giving up
All hope of a better life,
We might come to terms with
Our unique and treasured place
In this huge, glorious, and loving world we live in.
For our place on earth was crafted,
Engineered, and designed by our gifts, talents,
And unmistakable pursuit
Of perfection, or near-perfection,
Not our jubilant and ever-flowing emotions.
Perhaps instead of questioning our predicaments
And enduring the same, familiar
Broken-heartedness we’ve felt for so long,
The time has come to follow our heads,
Looking at a future of possibilities
And facing the need to be driven
By outstanding goals.
A life guided by one’s heart
Can only lead to one burying
One’s head with regret…
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