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