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Poems of Life

My discoveries in just the little time I have spent on Earth.

When I was young, I used to make up my own stories with movie characters. At some point, I even started creating my own characters. I thought I was going to write my own book, probably a comic, and maybe I still will one day. I’d spend nights when I couldn’t sleep making these cool stories.

As I grew older, I started thinking more about real things. I started thinking about life. I was probably in love with feeling wise. Maybe I was wise enough for my age. Who knows? I know I wasn’t wise enough for the life I hope to live, though. Maybe the problem was I was mostly in school (boarding school).

After high school, I got to go out more. It was only then I started seeing more about what life truly is. People sleeping on the roads. Kids begging passengers, and the passengers ignoring them. These things made me think more about what life truly is. Then, I got to experience a bit of this myself when I went to a public school for a year. It is probably the best thing to happen to me because I saw what others face.

For a final project in one of my classes in my first semester in the U.S., I was able to write poems that showed some of my discoveries.

five children smiling while doing peace hand sign
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The first was about the meaning of life:

Life

Does life really have a meaning? I thought.
Everyone dies and goes to
the other world. Even some legends
are now hardly spoken of. Why, then, do people
do so much to make their names remembered? What is so
great about that? Is it the illusion that made kings
give up their soldiers’ lives for wars
that needed not happen just to have victory?
Or the greed of men that made them kill
mothers and children just for gold? In the end,
we all die, and everything goes. Some of those “great”
kings who believed they’d never
be forgotten are no longer remembered. What, truly, is
the point of living? I think I have
found the answer. Life may not mean anything,
but children are homeless without food or parents. They suffer!
The only way life can have meaning
is if we use it to help others. Helping one person
creates a ripple effect. Then, wouldn’t
life have some meaning? Wouldn’t there
be pride in living? Ask yourself,
does life really have a meaning?

I also thought of adulthood: its difficulties. I wrote about the fact that some people never even really experience childhood.

I am not good at picking titles, but I think it (“Adulthood”) covers the point of the poem:

Adulthood

Childhood, of course, was really liberating
except we didn’t know it was.
We thought that was life,
full of fun, friends, and nature’s creativity.
Fireflies, butterflies, ocean waves: they all mesmerized us.

They really were good days
until we grew older and discovered what life
was: Adulthood, competing against
everything, not knowing what is and what isn’t.
Not knowing whether we’re ready or not.

It’s good we had
childhood; some didn’t. They had to
be adults from birth, so they never even got
to taste liberty.

Now, those same fireflies
mean nothing to us. We’d even kill
them for no reason at all. What changed?
Did we really grow, or did the troubles of adulthood make
us become younger?

As adults, we probably do even more
wrong things than children, fueled by rage
and troubles.
Is Adulthood
really bigger than
Childhood?

We may never know? After all, there are a few
who can control adulthood
and even become better people.
But isn’t it just a few?

Finally, I thought of power. Many of the troubles the world has is because of a quest for power. This craving has made men blind.

grayscale photo of person holding glass
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It’s funny. There are probably just a few people that know what true power is.

Power and Authority

Humans want power so much,
but very few even know what it is.
Some think power
means to control people to their will;
others think it means to
have the technology to destroy people.

In the end, no matter how
pure you think your intentions for wanting
power are, they’re never true.
No human deserves power.

True power is deciding
who lives and who dies.
No matter how resourced
a person is, he can and should never have that.

What some think of is
authority.
If what a person wants is authority,
the person doesn’t deserve it.
If what a person needs is pure and requires authority,
the person will get it if he works enough.

Some think they have authority,
but all they have is the fear of people
or the resources to cause danger.
Authority gives respect, fear, and love;
one doesn’t need all the technology or resources.

Power belongs to GOD alone.
Authority is given to worthy men.

These are just some of my thoughts about life.

Do I think I am wise now? Maybe I am. I’ll find out, but these things I have said probably do not need wisdom to be known; it just needs willingness to open one’s mind.

I think these are things we need to understand, so we can all know that we have a big role to play on this planet, and so our eyes can really be opened.