Appreciation only hides in gaps
Between the darkest pits and brightest peaks.
Consider it a graceful cave that traps
“Entitlement,” we named the glutton brute,
Ferocious imp consuming joy and peace,
Grotesquely chewing on the prideful root,
His appetite will grow the more he eats.
In time, the fiend emerges from its lair
Just shambling upwards searching hungry for
Kilometers into the crispy mountain air
Like starving wolves that marked the scent of gore.
Mistakes like these are often found too late,
Neglect or sloth the cause of bedrock flaws.
Oppressed by selfish urges far too great,
Profane belief that they deserve applause.
Quiescence only comes with quiet time:
Recall that nothing ever truly lasts,
Sustain humility despite the climb
To then appreciate the now and past.
Until it ends for good and we look back,
Vitality reduced to wrinkled hands,
When satisfaction is the thing they lack,
Explain to them and pray they understand.
Your highs and lows are there with purpose, too,
Zeroing out to be what’s meant for you.