Prompt: a poem of gifts and joy, inspired by Rachel McKibbens
beyond futility
what do we deserve?
everything.
what do we get?
leftovers and crumbs.
.
.
.
to be human is
to dream,
to harness the power of wishful thinking
to visualise what you want from life
to live beyond one's means.
between the stress of impending morality
and false hopes of promotions at work
and vicariously watching enjoy holidays you never will on Instagram
and the 183 minutes you wasted doing nothing today.
there is a moment
which will pass you by -
whoooooooooosh -
unless you bother to look up from your screen.
.
.
.
"welcome to the moment.
you exist.
you matter.
can you hear me?
are you reading this?
this is it.
the gift of living.
you are breathing.
you are free.
do you even know what that means?"
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