It sneaks up on you when you’re not looking.
Maybe it’s the end of the semester. Maybe it’s not.
Music used to fill the empty space inside your head.
Books and stories and spellbinding words would keep you transfixed for hours.
Food was relished.
Time with friends, fulfilling.
None of that now. Nothing satisfies until this job is done.
Be satisfied with your life, they’ll tell you. Sometimes it is good advice.
But only the unsatisfied make change. Those without an itch won’t try to scratch.
You know things could be better. You know you can be the change. Today is your fight for that future.