Rewards
A poem to go by..
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I see my reward in front of me.
And I am not happy.
I see many rewards in front of me. But it never led me to chase it down.
And have it. And make it my own.
The glimmer and shine did not even attract me now.
I had lost the purpose to get to the rewards.
It was saddening and remorseful at the same time.
I don’t know when it began.
I started drifting away from all my pursuits.
Maybe you were depressed.
Maybe you were just sad and weeping in one corner.
You were lifeless sometimes.
Happiness and contentment were short-lived.
Goals and targets didn’t make you happy now.
You lived without direction.
You lived in your small cocoon.
Until it broke.
You came out as a butterfly.
You started enjoying things again.
You started chasing targets and goals more proactively.
You were happy with your rewards.
You were humble.
You were happy.
Fin
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