learning to enjoy life again
I spent too much time trying to fix what I couldn't
Now I realize
The world is full of good things that happen
Everyday.
Somewhere out there
A mother is holding her baby for the first time
A student just graduated despite the forces working against them
A child is drawing a picture
That will be pinned to the wall
Of their father's cubicle.
It took me too long to realize
That the world isn't all bad
That the bad is exaggerated every day
And maybe
Just maybe
I can be happy too.
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