We were born. We didn’t have a choice.
We didn’t enroll for this class called “LIFE.”
Why would we ever want to “unenroll”?
We might miss something unexpected, something better.
Yes, some days all the hallways are the same.
They lead to the same old classroom,
the same old teachers.
Pencils get dull.
The roof leaks.
Trash cans get filled. Emptied.
But then on the big cork board in the hallway, we see something new.
“New construction in progress.
We are expanding!”
So even as we sneeze through the dusty air,
step over the nails,
hold our hands over our ears as the hammers pound
and the saws whiz
there’s a new spring in our step.
Something better is coming.