Apr 2013
I'm stuck.
I have a Headache...
A truly unbearable headache.
I had release the night before, through the form
Of skilled, firm hands easing aches, knots and sores.
Then the kind therapist glanced at me as she massaged,
And softly said, with the utmost sympathy, "Stress from school?"
In reply, I gave a harsh bark, and said, "Yeah... major test coming up."
She said, "Don't worry about it- you'll be fine. I'm sure you'll have other tests."
I tried to explain to the kind woman that I wouldn't have another test. That if I didn't
Pass this one 3-hour test, which was truly written to fail, then my entire future plans would
Teeter off of the balance of hope, effort, work, and time, and my life would be thrown into chaos.
I tried to explain that I know that I can do it, but only at the expense of lowering my GPA, and there are two tests.
Quite Substantially; I would drop in other classes. She may have rolled her eyes internally, but she doesn't understand.
This is the one thing, besides music and poetry, that holds me together in the world. I work for my future, for my family one day.
I work so that I will be content with my life, so my education will someday bring me to every country in the entire world, my improbable dream.
May seem rather stupid, but I know it all stems for me from these vital years in my life. Though I've started educational stress early, I have the capability.
I'm coming from a large family and the experience of having living in the same area my entire life. This means that I need to find ways to travel other than through excess money.
I want to travel to meet all those less fortunate than I, to study their culture and their frame of mind. To understand their history, and help them, perhaps, to find aΒ Β truly better future.
My dream is to be able to help so many others in areas we don't hear much about to one day find a society that will be better than ours today; one that will be productive in finding solutions.
Of course, this is all just a dream.
So, why spend my nights over it, and why do I stress about not enough time and wasted opportunities?
Because dreams become reality,
But dreams change if you do not work for them.
If you let your dreams slip away from you, another, less slippery
Dream will happen along and refuse to budge. Dreams can reflect hope,
Or they can reflect despair.
It's up to me to decide my future.
My headache has dissipated.
I have a Headache...
A truly unbearable headache.
I had release the night before, through the form
Of skilled, firm hands easing aches, knots and sores.
Then the kind therapist glanced at me as she massaged,
And softly said, with the utmost sympathy, "Stress from school?"
In reply, I gave a harsh bark, and said, "Yeah... major test coming up."
She said, "Don't worry about it- you'll be fine. I'm sure you'll have other tests."
I tried to explain to the kind woman that I wouldn't have another test. That if I didn't
Pass this one 3-hour test, which was truly written to fail, then my entire future plans would
Teeter off of the balance of hope, effort, work, and time, and my life would be thrown into chaos.
I tried to explain that I know that I can do it, but only at the expense of lowering my GPA, and there are two tests.
Quite Substantially; I would drop in other classes. She may have rolled her eyes internally, but she doesn't understand.
This is the one thing, besides music and poetry, that holds me together in the world. I work for my future, for my family one day.
I work so that I will be content with my life, so my education will someday bring me to every country in the entire world, my improbable dream.
May seem rather stupid, but I know it all stems for me from these vital years in my life. Though I've started educational stress early, I have the capability.
I'm coming from a large family and the experience of having living in the same area my entire life. This means that I need to find ways to travel other than through excess money.
I want to travel to meet all those less fortunate than I, to study their culture and their frame of mind. To understand their history, and help them, perhaps, to find aΒ Β truly better future.
My dream is to be able to help so many others in areas we don't hear much about to one day find a society that will be better than ours today; one that will be productive in finding solutions.
Of course, this is all just a dream.
So, why spend my nights over it, and why do I stress about not enough time and wasted opportunities?
Because dreams become reality,
But dreams change if you do not work for them.
If you let your dreams slip away from you, another, less slippery
Dream will happen along and refuse to budge. Dreams can reflect hope,
Or they can reflect despair.
It's up to me to decide my future.
My headache has dissipated.
Very rough draft. Unrevised, even though I almost brought myself to this time. Almost.
