Some Mornings on The Lonely Path

Then there are the mornings when I wish I would wake up from the dream of struggle.

Photo by Aziz Acharki on Unsplash

There are the mornings when I wish I would wake up from the dream of struggle. But because I’m immediately reminded of the privilege I have of: home, food, connections, job, and shelter, I cannot fully appreciate my struggles more than a few seconds at a time.