Thought I was being smart
preparing for the unknown,
becoming better than yesterday,
well, becoming better *at being better than others* than yesterday.
Instead, holding onto its sharp edge
I wondered why this matters in the first place.
As I sat in the dark,
I thought of the meal I had shared on a Thursday evening.
It was just any other day.
It lasted only an hour or two,
but I vividly remember I was there.
And the words I have heard,
the stories that were told,
and the ideas that were exchanged
are not something I want to dismiss
as just a moment of reverie.
It mattered.
It has shown me something that mattered.
I choose to believe the reason lies in there,
to keep on holding on.
And to believe it will work out in the end.
2.28.2026






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