February 5, 2025
Last night I dreamt of a better life while I slept,
And when I woke, there was a malaise in my heart.
I recognize that it is first-world privilege,
to bemoan that reality is not joyous.
And I do understand that for many people,
That a reality in ruin is the norm.
I am obligated to make the world better,
I recognize that is the reason I am here.
But it was nice to feel, even for a moment,
That everything was happier, kinder, and better.
The details of my dream fade in the morning haze,
But the joy warms even as I get out of bed.
Gratitude, I think, as I get ready for work,
Gratitude (sigh) so that I can fight the good fight.