Pieces

There I am,
standing in the middle
of this room,
completely empty,
and dark.
No light shines in,
there are no windows.
I stand there,
in the center.
I look around,
all I see is emptiness.
Until I look down,
and for a moment
I have hope,
a mere glimmer of hope
that I may not be alone.
I bend down
and pick up a small piece
of what's scattered about.
I look at it,
it's full of colors,
full of happiness.
I put it back,
and pick up another.
This one isn't so pretty,
very dark and dismal.
All these pieces,
they represent something.
Pieces of my life, pieces of memories.

In a Land of Fear

I went looking for something
I could not find
I kept on searching
with it in mind

Over there,
perhaps here,
but never it did appear.
But on I looked ever still,
exploring lands of perfect fear.

Until one day,
I came across,
A place where cheer
was the cost.

But there I found it.
Yes, it was there,
in a land that held
my most precious fear.

A Metaphor of Epic Proportions and a Recent Thought or Two.

A metaphor of epic proportions.

Everyone's heard the little cheesy saying, "All the world's the stage..." Well, I've been thinking about that phrase, and I think it's true. The world is a stage, and we're all just actors in it. We each get our own character, and background story. We each get our moment to shine, our own "spotlight" at some point. Some people are better actors than others, some struggle to memorize lines, just as some people struggle to survive in life. Something I've realized recently, mostly because of the end of another school year, the end of the year, like the end of the run of a show, is sad, but it's never too sad, because you're not really saying "goodbye", it's more of "until next show" or in school, "until next fall". Doing multiple shows, you're position, or character is constantly changing, just like you must as you grow up. You grow and change. You meet new people in each phase of life, just like you meet new people during your next show. Yes, some of the people are the same, but there's always someone you don't know. There are so many different ways I can relate theatre to "life".

A recent thought or two.

A wise friend once told me "sometimes you have to let go of the things you love." I've been trying to wrap my mind around this concept. It doesn't seem to logically make sense. If you love something, why would you let it go? I mean, I guess somethings you have to, you're forced to, but why would you willingly give up something you love? Her response would have been "... to let it grow, and be what it is" or something along those lines. And she's probably right. I guess it's one of those really hard things in life that you don't really want to do but know you must. I'm having a really hard time letting go of a few things, I'm trying really hard to though. A recent event (for lack of a better word) has made me see that I really do need to let go, I need to, but a part of me still doesn't want to. It's a horrible dilemma. Knowing you need to do something, but not wanting to, or not being able to. I guess part of me thinks that letting go is losing the little bit of it that I still have, and I don't want to lose it. When you cherish something so much it takes a lot of work to let it go. But I'm going to try. I'm determined to put forth an effort and be strong enough to let go. Hopefully things will work out for the best. And even if they don't, that's okay, too. I'm just going to keep asking God to guide me along my "journey".

Mr. Young's class

I sit in this class,
I'm auditing, I'm not enrolled,
it's a class I've taken,
and passed.
These freshmen,
they make me wonder,
was I like this as freshmen?
I don't think so.
There is such a variety of students here.
The ones who genuinely try,
the ones who do the work just to pass,
the ones who don't care at all,
and in fact, are failing.
It makes me wonder about the differences,
why am I so inclined to succeed
when others are okay with failure.
What made this difference?
Is it the teacher?
The parent?
I think it starts before high school,
it must.
I've always been a hard worker,
with the need for success.
A drive for success is key.
I think it falls on the parent.
Not always, but typically.
There are always exceptions,
but generally speaking,
I think it's the parents.
They need to have high expectations,
especially if they want to see success.
Higher expectations leads to
higher success.
And vice versa.