Week 2: The Future

What does it mean to create your own legacy? What do you want your friends and family to say about you at your funeral? More than a friend? A mentor? An inspiration? How should they describe your life? I guess your answer(s) is/are based on how you live your life now. As a 21-year old, I believe almost every big decisions I will make will affect my future. Whether it is my career or my future family. With that and the fact I am one year away from graduation, I am concern for the future, especially with how my life is at the moment. With more questions than answers, I am on the journey to make my future the best as possible. I worry for the future; I worry about who will still be there for me 10 years from now. I wonder if I will ever reach for success as a photographer and writer.

On January 29, I went to a nearby park named La Mirada Park. I spent about two hours by myself, though I was literally walking distance to Biola. But, I still completed my weekly practice. This park featured a lake filled with ducks and gooses. Though the water was dirty, the lake still caught my attention. The lake also did its job: be a place for the people, the ducks, and the gooses to enjoy. Somehow, I connected myself with the lake; I want to be a person that others can enjoy being with. I want to be like the lake; I already got the dirty part right, since I am not a perfect person. I just worry so much, in fact, too much about my character. Yet, the lake or the ducks/gooses are never worried.

With these poems, I express how I want to be a better person, along with trying my best to create a better future.

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“The Small Lake”

“I want to be like the small lake;

I want to be like the small lake.”

The prayer of hope I recite;

The prayer of hope I repeat

I repeat and recite the prayer;

The hope to be like the small lake.

I want to be like the water

I want to be like the water;

The light adores it; though dirty

Though dirty, the light admires it.

I want the light to adore and

Admire me, like the dirty water.

I want to be as strong as the rocks;

I want to be as strong as the rocks.

A place where the ducks sit and rest

A place where a goose sits and rests.

The ducks and gooses sit and rest

By the strong rocks I want to be as.

As strong as the rocks, where the ducks

And gooses sit to rest; the light adores

The dirty water; the prayer

of hope I recite and repeat:

I want to be like the small lake

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“The Path”

Lord, show me the path

With the blossom trees and grass

That leads to blessings

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“Why Can’t I?”

If Jesus can walk

on water without drowning,

then why can’t I, too?

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“The White Goose”

Oh little white goose

By the lake with no worries…

I wish I was you.