When I was still at high school
I couldn’t wait to go to college.
And when I got to college
I found myself longing to graduate.
And now, as a graduate
There are countless next steps to aim for,
And always a sense that
Something’s missing.
Daily, the goal posts shift
Ever so slightly.
There’s always something else.
Something beyond.
The job I once dreamed of
Is now taken for granted
And each day I obsessively contemplate
The next thing I want to achieve.
The hardest thing, it turns out,
Is not achieving our dreams
Tomorrow
But savoring the moment and enjoying
Today.
On to the next one
heartinscriber 