Midnight Dreams

Dreams

Eyes close.
Now I'm walking.
No, running.
No. Flying.
Flying over the world.
Flying with family, with friends.
Happy.
I wake up.

For Dad

You were there.
Always have been.
I took it for granted.
How mistaken I was, thinking for the great to never fall.
How utterly wrong I was.
You fell, to the floor and farther still.
I let you fall.
And then I jumped in after.
I fell even harder.
Losing myself in fear, pain, despair.
You saved me.
You were there.
Always have been.

The following essay is something called a "This I Believe". Basically, it's an essay on a belief of yours. It can range from the color blue, to something as serious as death, wisdom, etc. My honors english class all wrote one. Here's mine.

Life Always Goes On
Everyone always has some sort of problem; some sort of looming issue, in the near or far future, endlessly worrying us. It might be serious or, quite frankly, a joke in retrospect, but we’ll always worry about it, regardless. That worry will just pick away at the worrier and eventually it’ll leave a shell filled with worry, and nothing but. Sometimes that issue will get blown way out of proportion, and then it only gets worse. It might get to the point where the person just gets overexcited, thinking that life will just “stop”. I believe the opposite, and in the words of Robert Frost, “In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.”
Many times in my own life I’ve worried incessantly about things, that I later regret worrying so much about. It's always what the consequence will be in that exact second; that exact moment of shame, sadness, whichever. I used to never really realize that there wouldn't be any largely long term consequences of most things, thus, no real reason to be so over-worried about things. Accidentally forgetting a homework assignment gets blown out of proportion by a lot of people, but it's only a point or two off most of the time if it's a day late; so why worry so much? Should you cheat on it? Is it worth getting caught, and not getting anything? Is it really worth losing sleep over? That is only a single example of how bad irrational worrying can be,and it's consequences that can actually affect you over the smaller, more harmless ones that can easily be rectified. . I find that doing all this worrying doesn't really help, at all. I'm not trying to say being worried about things is useless, it's that some issues aren't worth worrying so much about, especially if they can be later fixed, or avoidable.
I first started realizing this awhile ago, when I first learned my dad had a severe liver problem and could possibly even die. When you're 12 years old, this isn't something you want to hear. What ensued after learning this is something else entirely, but in the end of it all, I realized that there's a fairly sizable line between irrational and rational worry. After all, it's not every day you find out someone you love could die, and fairly soon as well. Spending 3 months halfway across the world, in a totally different lifestyle with a completely different mind-set and environment, some things just don't bother me anymore, not at all. I believe that there are things to worry about, and after hearing about my dad, things like homework, what reputation means, and other things similar to that suddenly don't seem as big and looming. I think that many people don't really think about what's really important, and what isn't, and thus, worry about the wrong things at the wrong times. Additionally, I believe that there are some things that are worth and not worth worrying about. To reiterate what I said before, after I've had something so big happen in my life, previous things I've seen suddenly aren't as important.
People move along too fast and never really take a bit of time to look at the larger picture. They forget what's important, and that the world won't end if everything doesn't go perfectly. Life goes on. Nothing short of death can stop that. So why worry about such unimportant things? I believe that there are both things worth and not worth worrying about, and that only the person himself can decide what's worth what.

The End

A large tidal wave; it is moving towards you. Your last moments, captured in slow motion.

You cannot breathe.
You cannot think.
You cannot be

A quick turn.
You run. Escape.
You are safe.
Life returns to normal.
You sleep.
You wake up.
You go outside.
Turn the corner.
The tidal wave is there.
Another turn.
Too late.
You turn back, taking one last look.
It swallows you.



Journal
A small, red covered, worn journal, with blue, green, and pink paper.
It is in the corner of the room.
I walk over, pick it up.
Open it.
Read.
So many memories, all simply
Unwritten
Unremembered
All flooding back, together.
Remembered.
Missed.
And then,
Written.

Some of the people will understand that one from the start, but for those of you that don't, I'll explain it. Last year we used journals in English, but they were really just folders with some paper in them. Still, we called them journals. I only just found mine a bit back, and I read through it all. I had so much stuff in there that I never published, back then, or even now. It brought back memories, one could say. And so I finally thought of something to write about!


This next poem isn't mine. It's Robert Frost's. I really liked it, so I thought I'd just throw it on here.

The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.


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