Change?
That disparaging look cast upon the poor vagrant
The leaves swept off the sidewalk and the puddles avoided
Notions of happiness with their wings clipped to maintain this stale standard of conformity
The art classes being cut in favor of another monotonous round of arithmetic
The bike left in the garage in favor of traffic filled streets and gas guzzling monstrosities
Simple joys being left inside, failing to see the light of day as often as they used to
Losing the personal connections you established in favor of an increase in pay
Forgetting how it feels to press the callused tips of your fingers into another’s palm
Humanity increasingly pushed aside for the so-called pursuit of happiness
But if we stop and evaluate, might we not already be there, right where we need to be?