What Women Want

Not because she is woman, thus, weak. But because they are equal, and he would rather walk the extra mile for her sake.

Pressure

This might be more important than any class I've ever taken at school. This might mean more than any volunteer work I've ever done. This might mean someone's life. These people remind me of my family. Once very accomplished and successful, but left their home to become the stepping stones for future generations. Gave up their success. Gave up their history. Gave up their life. Now they're old and mute, useless to their children, yet their fire have not died. Missing their friends and family back home, they continue this struggle. They strive for things and are trying so hard to be better. They're inspirational. But what can I do for them? I'm just another kid trying to rush through life. I don't want to screw this up. I pray for peace, hope for them.

Good

So far, life is good.

Filling Shoes That Never Stop Growing

This is what I'm trying to do. I'm trying to fill the gap and fit into the shoes that never stops growing. Always imagining, 'Wow, so this was how old he was', or 'Hmm, so this is how seniors see freshmen'. Then I realize that age is really nothing. So what if she is two months older than me, you think I really feel the difference? Age is just a number. Just because you're older, it doesn't mean you know what you're doing. Soon I'll be an adult. Soon I'll be off to college. Soon I'll leave Jireh. Soon, I will have to act like I know what I'm doing with my life.

Looking up at the stage, those student leaders looked so mature. They looked like they knew what they were doing and they looked like someone you should listen to. But then here I am, and I feel the same. I still feel young despite my assigned number. I still feel uncertainty and nervousness. I still never quite changed.

I've been chasing a number that never existed. I've been filling shoes that never stop growing.