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| Why can't what we want and what we need ever coincide?
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Two roads diverged in a wood,
and I, I
wasn't there to see it.
You see, I'm the kid hung over from
a night of partying with
people who aren't really my friends,
a night of ignoring the rules about liquor and beer,
and forgetting the ones on whom I really depend
because I thought they didn't understand, didn't comprehend, so I went elsewhere.
I'm the girl sitting huddled up in the shower in fear
cryig because now she can really see clear
see the truth, see that the boy that sits behind her in English class is really
a monster.
A monster who brought her flowers,
who took her to a nice restaurant,
who drove her to a skylit night,
who doesn't know when no means no,
who saw her screaming and resisting and just thought "So?"
I'm the guy taking care of both brother and sister
while dad finishes his time and mom gets out of rehab,
while uncle and aunt settle their divorce and any future for any of the three
goes to shit.
We're all in a world of shit.
I'm the voice of this generation, this lost youth entrenched in society's condition
of disrepair, of no sense of care, of ignorance
no urgency, only a hollow shell of complacency, of apathy, of antipathy
toward making this world not a better place, but simply
a
place.
Two roads diverge in a wood
And I, I won't be around to see it. | | |
| So there's this girl I know. Well, I sort of know. See, I know her through her words. I see her through her poetry.
and she is pretty darn amazing. so, just wanted to let you know (you know who you are), you've inspired me to start writing something real, something meaningful. something me.
So the other day I'm sittin' in class.
Calculus class.
I know what you're thinking.
"Another Asian kid goin' on about math.
Why did I get up this mornin'?"
But hear me out.
Calculus is like life.
You see, it starts off with how fast things change.
How many of you can say you ain't ever changed?
How many of you can stand in front of a mirror and say, "I'm the same as I was yesterday?"
And who can explain
why we all measure change.
See, we define ourselves by how far we've come, where we'll be tomorrow instead of where we are today.
We look at the differences between black and white without ever ever seein' any gray.
We worry about who's goin' up, who's comin' down, when our neighbor's smile is gonna turn into a frown.
We worry about change.
And
next thing you know, tangent lines become rectangles, smaller and
smaller, like how the years of our lives are gettin' shorter and
shorter.
You see, it's all about what happens between two points, between life and death.
It's all about that area underneath the curves goin' right and left.
Then, then things start stretching past A and B,
past yesterday and tomorrow, goin' towards infinity.
And things start changing again.
We
begin to work around trouble, ignore the impossible like the zero
underneath, like how we don't ever think about what life's like
without a roof over our heads
or shoes on our feet
except that situation still exists.
Like that zero underneath.
Now I can't teach you derivatives, antiderivatives, catenaries or D-E proofs.
All I can share is how much we can lose, plugging in numbers in our daily lives
without
ever
asking
why.
If
we knew why we wouldn't need numbers, we wouldn't have to measure
change, we wouldn't need to see a graph to figure out domain and range.
If we knew why there'd be no boundaries to control us,
no if/then rules to force us to adjust our trust as we must on the cusp
of our life.
Life would be limitless.
Like calculus.
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| Few can look into the eyes of another and call him their enemy. I consider it to be a blessing and an advantage that I have lined up next to a foe, and adversary, that I have looked him in the eyes, through his eyes into the depths of his soul. To know, to understand that what it takes to win is simply to hurt more than your opponent, that is one of the hardest realizations of all. Too bad most do not understand that pain, that moment of understanding. Too concerned with charades, with gimmicks, with fear, they will fall in the end.
I will give them nothing and take from them........everything.
In the end, you made a mistake. I am the one fighter that will never back down.
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