Before birth: 2000
I was one of the first people who has never lived in a world without the International Space Station.
Around the time of birth: 2001
The world’s first self-contained artificial heart was implanted in Robert Tools.
In my future: 2032
By the time I am 30, the collective GDP of the four leading developing countries (Brazil, Russia, India, and China) is likely to match that of today’s leading western nations.
“Those who dwell on the past and keep looking back will miss what’s ahead.”
I am from a broken home.
From where it was just my two brothers, my mom, and I.
I am from times where we wouldn’t see our mom two through three days at a time.
From watching her work double shift after double shift after double shift.
I am from run down apartments.
From where basketball courts have either bent rims or ripped nets.
I am from where most people didn’t go to school.
From where I had to take two public buses to get to school.
I am from where people always say it will get better but it only worsens.
From a big city but it seemed like everybody knew everybody.
I am from where the good dies young.
From where it’s common for the parent to bury their child due to violence.
I am from the bottom but that does not determine where I’m headed!
Derek eyed Brent. Brent eyed Derek. It had felt like forever since they had last seen each other. To Brent this reunion felt like they both were starting over, but to Derek it felt like it was meeting an old friend after they have changed over a number of years. Brent and Derek could do nothing but stand still. Standing still and looking into the other’s eyes.
“Brent?” Derek asked. He looked at Brent as if it wasn’t him. He looked at him like he was a mannequin. Derek thought to himself. “Is this really him? Of course it is! Who else would it be?”
“I haven’t seen you in a little while,” Brent said. He held out his hand. “Nice to see you… again.”
Derek gazed at Brent’s hand as if it were an inappropriate gesture. He eventually held out his hand and shook Brent’s. “You, too.”
Kris interceded into the conversation. “Great, now you two can catch up on what’s been going on. Kind of like… starting over.” Continue reading →
Dear my past self,
In my life there were many questions I used to ask myself like, “Why did this happen?,” or “Why didn’t this happen?” I tried to figure out things in my life that couldn’t be solved right away. As time went by many things started to make sense, but not all. I worked hard for everything I have now and will earn in the future. There have been stuff that i have gained and lost in life. Over time the way I look at things change and so does my life. I had to give up something very important to me that I thought I would never give up, but I had to accept it because my life is different from the past. God has a plan for me and I just have to make the right decisions and follow him to the very end. I am very proud of myself and wish that life will get better. The future holds many great things and I am working toward what my future will be like.
My eyes aren’t just “pretty” like people say
They show the past and lead the way
They hide my deepest darkest secrets
and they’ve made promises to keep it
my eyes are for…more than just seeing
Don’t live your life in the past, or so far into the future you lose sight of today. Just live for today because memories of yesterday hurt, and you may not live to see tomorrow.