Is just as important as what you are hoping for.
There is nothing as pitiful as not having
The appropriate palate to savour the goodness
You have been longing for,
To die of thirst at the foot of a fountain,
To have a masterpiece in your hands
Yet struggle to see the beauty before you.
This is the curse of many pioneers
Who led others, but never tasted the fruit
of their promised land
The freedom fighters who became oppressors
The war time leaders
Who found no rest in times of peace.
The ones who break generational cycles
And yet never lose the chip on their shoulder,
The “firsts” who break glass ceilings
And then struggle to recognize themselves once they’ve made it.
The prospects of future success are addictive,
Drawing us in and seducing us to focus on nothing else,
Only to find that once success arrives in the present
It needs a whole human heart
To handle it well.
May we grow with our dreams