In death we know life.
In loss we realize what we had, what we had lost.
In degrading moments we see the strength of dignity.
In ugly actions we are shown the purity of beauty.
The killer and destroyer of beauty, dignity and love
Is not evil, hate, violence or even hurt.
The enemy of the good is the mundane.
Mediocracy, routine and compromise-
These are the thieves of life and living.
What will it take to wake us up?
What will call us out of the lukewarm bubble?