On these days when I am the most tired,

When I feel the craziness of my man-made deadlines

Swirling around my every action, hope, and dream,

I try to remember why I chose this pursuit,

What positive unknowns are still waiting,

The hope that whispers I should reach for more.

Maybe it’s an inner discontent, naivety, or simply starting our poor.

But within the hubbub, I still find myself longing for more.

—Written by Sandy Heights

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