A Letter to My Past Self

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by Nat

When you were 17, you went to Chicago, to a conference you didn’t tell your parents you applied to. Your first night there you sat with your friends, the whole hostel cafeteria to yourselves, eating food from a 7-11; when you vowed to never stop fighting to extend the power of knowledge. It was also at 17, in Chicago, that you realized, with wonder, just how big the world could be. You were not built for small towns. Please keep being adventurous and passionate in spite of all unlikelihood. That’s what I learned from you at 17.

The Rebel Inside Me

by Star

 

There’s a stubbornness inside me that is like a boulder

Sunken down deep into the dark pit of the ocean

Always remaining there

Floating like a submarine, it can never be swallowed whole

My hardheadedness with ease thinking “I can do whatever I want.”

Cause who really cares about anything or anyone else

The rebel comes out at night and stays until daylight

It comes home well fed only at sunrise

Adventure it craves and the satisfaction it needs

It needs the momentum of city lights, flags of different countries it flies,

a souvenir for keepsakes

Feed it like a blood thirsty hungry monster so trapped inside the hidden dark caves

Locked in chains being told it needs to be tamed because it is a shame

Give me adventures that would last a lifetime

And if it dies we have the ashes of the memories to fulfill us

Something that can never be dismissed only persist

The preservative of the ashes rising up like a fire phoenix ready to be born again

Into new life a new adventure