My foolish heart be still, or break

The issue isn't that nothing good ever happens,

The issue is that everything good leaves or is taken away.

Good is temporary.

Yet by definition of temporary, it exists.

For a period of time. Good exists

There is brief good.

And brief good is a good enough excuse

To get out of bed every morning.

It has to be. Otherwise, why else would we trade a dream for reality?

If it taught me anything, it’s that nothing is permanent.

Not brief good. Not fleeting bad.

Not even you.

I’m waking up.

I’ll acknowledge I’m not in a brief good

Because I can face the day knowing eventually I will be.

I’ve been there before. So I’ll be here now. Just for now.