I've written poetry since I was a kid. Many times, it is easier for me to express myself through my writing than through verbal communication. . I believe that we are one and others are experiencing much of the same things that I am. Some of the things I write about, I haven't experienced myself, but, I've felt it through my loved ones intimately. I write as an expression of the human experience. I write because I believe we all have our own answers within
What do you do when you lose?
Do you wallow in your losingness?
Do you paint a pathetic smile onto your face
Even when it is not OK?
Maybe you just brush yourself off,
And keep on going.
The fact that you don’t give up,
No matter what,
Makes you a winner.
Mounting the colossal heap of madness that existed in the paradox of my mind
I implanted the flag of victory, waving gently over the landmines of my soul.
Madness had suffered another blow.
Reality glowed with the newness of the sunrise.
Hope glistened in the shadows of my doubts.
If only for a moment.
I was standing there,bored, playing with my cell phone, at the DMV in Los Angeles. I was preparing to wait for at least an hour, since I neglected to make an appointment. I felt someone staring at me. I looked up and met the eyes of a young man. “Did you work for Los Angeles Unified School District?”, he asked. I nodded, “Yes”. It turned out that I was his 5th grade teacher.
I had only stayed for half of that school year, yet this man remembered me?! He told me that I was his favorite teacher in all of his years of school. Amazing. As an educator, one never knows the lives that they affect. Everyday, you just do your best to impart a bit of knowledge. Most of the times, the children teach me more than I could ever teach them. It’s an exchange, a give and a take. Each class affects you differently. Nonetheless, day after day, year after year, you teach and serve the children.
I am honored to be a part of such a noble profession. I’m grateful to be able to have those exchanges of knowledge with the children. Hopefully, we’ll all be better because of our interactions. My wait at the DMV, suddenly felt timeless. All I could do when the young man left my side, was smile. It’s a wonderful life.
Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.” – Martin Luther King, Jr
What Syria did was wrong. It was an atrocity. But, I think Martin Luther King said it best, “Darkness cannot drive out darkness…” Why can’t we be the initial aggressor for peace? Why not give money to assist the neighboring countries that are housing the refugees? Peace can get so ugly you forget what it looks like. But, it has been there all along. Let’s find it. Let’s find the peace, for humanity’s sake.
Why? Why can’t I forget? What benefit does, “not forgetting” have for me? Will it stop me from being hurt again? Will it make the pain go away? Will I be able to exact some type of revenge on the perpetrator to right the wrong?
How many times have I hurt someone? How many times has that hurt, magically been forgotten? Holding onto pain is like dragging shackles and a ball and chain through life. We must release it, the way God releases us. When I forget the past hurts, the pain just seems to slowly dissipate, like the fog, as the sun rises. Soon all that is left is the clarity. All that is relevant, is now.
I know the power to forgive and forget is within all of us. It is a choice. When we unleash this power, our potential is limitless. So, why can’t I forgive and forget again?! I’m just ego-trippin’.
Do you have to be spiritual to have faith? Do you have to believe in some form of deity in order to believe in yourself? Does a specific dogma need to guide you to listen, first and foremost to that still, small voice within? Is faith the father of that voice that can cause you to run away from some people; yet, have the wisdom to hold on to others? Is the persistent pursuit of a passion, no matter what, because of faith? Do you have to have morals in order to be faithful? Or, can you just simply “know” the truth of who you are and who you came to be? I don’t know…. I just know that I couldn’t live without faith.