The sun is out. Never ending waves wipe away the beads of sweat. No respite in site, I close my eyes to ride out the waves. Except the waves won’t stop, and the pent-up frustration won’t subside. I must stop playing this silly game of pretending that everything is fine, because I cannot live in this sea of mediocrity.
I grow despondent.
Except there is a time and place for everything. I must endure this phase. All things will pass, and so, I must learn to enjoy the now.
I grow hopeful.