I thought I could find a good one in this blog. I don't seem to have one. Lol. I have one, that essay I wrote for my previous English class. But, let me just try if I can make a better one.
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All she knows about the future is that it is really uncertain.
She did not think she would be here, in front of an audience, reciting a poem. She thought she would be somewhere else. Actually, she did not really think about the future. She does not like making any plans. They never go as she wants to, just like in the past. People can learn a thing or two from the past.
The future is uncertain.
She did not think that she would feel this much. She feels like her once dark surroundings are now pink. Not fully colored, no. Pink. As in happy or not sad. She used to constantly feel like she was always missing a step, or like she was hexed by a witch to be rained on.
The future is not for sure.
You were ready to just let it all go. You were ready to let it fall a cliff, stomp on its hand if it clung, and destroy its hope to hold on. You did not. You figured that all you had to do was ride the wave and enjoy it. Live in the moment and not let unimportant things matter. Get yourself together and be happy, for once. Being a downer is being a donkey.
The present is for sure.
You know that right now is happening. You know that right now is worth every effort, every burn out, every stress. You know how to cope. You know which buttons not to press. You know which ropes to pull. You learned a lot for the past couple of years. And you know that there are still so much more to learn. Crying causes catharsis. Claiming clueless crying characteristics chases columns of crisis in Christine's chest.
The present is certain.
I have drowned and then resurfaced. I thank the hands that gripped my shirt until I got off that ledge. Living in the moment is what matters. The present is important.
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