When each new morning comes to kick my ass
I just keep on smiling through the steam;
whether it's tears or sweat, it's all coming to pass,
maybe it's time to swim with the stream;
As one thing ends so another begins,
just hoping I remember yesterday's lessons;
I'll celebrate the losses, congratulate the wins
atop my mountain of vague impressions;
Maybe it's true, a change is as good as a rest,
I remember that it always used to be that way,
so now that everything feels like a pointless test,
I sometimes wonder why I choose to stay.
I’m truly very happy with the work that I’m doing as a teacher and it fills me with great pleasure. But I still wonder whether a change would invigorate me, and then wonder, do I even need reinvigoration? This is a poem about doubt. Vague doubt.
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:
