(To the greatest teacher I know)
People come together every day to grow from one another
Their arms extending like the branches of a fruit tree, providing for one another
Their roots, or “legs” remaining sturdy to support themselves and others
People watch one another grow and stand by each others’ sides
All of us working together to prove Rousseau as right as possible
Yet sometimes, we end up bringing Hobbes’ ideology to life
Often not by ill intention, but with the sin of our hearts rising from our bodies
And creating who we are
There is one entity standing amidst the crowd
Not an unusual figure besides being 89 years old, yet having the body of a 30-year-old
Another person trying their hardest to support the islands of society
Not by ending world hunger or poverty or war
But by doing the most she can to raise many people into better versions of themselves
And in this woman(ish) soul is a chamber of stories
Stories made to inspire
Stories meant to be shared
Stories that may not always be listened to with ears of excitement, but
Stories that teach
Stories with meaning
The world is full of complexities
You see a basketball player who is also able to write poetry
Sharing his slice of life to whoever may read his works of art
Creating and destroying and recreating his sense of self
Balancing who he is, his relationships, and his sports
The teenage struggle of who one is can come to life inside of us
After hearing this story
A story of identity
The world has its tragedies
War after war after war yet we still do not learn from our mistakes
We still seek to hurt one another, but this being makes it all the more okay
With their stories of the strife of warfare
This story is not meant to have a happy ending or to inspire
It does not have a deus ex machina to save the characters
These characters are as real as the wounds the soldiers feel
But they are as fake as the illusions they have been exposed to
Realizing that at the end of the day
French or German, Slavic or Arabic, African or Asian
We are all people forced to do what we would not like to do
Yet some have more difficult battles to carry out, battles that cannot be resolved with hugs
Or poetry
None of the men and women and others in war are heroes to one another
But almost none of them are villains, either
This world can be magical
It is enchanting and mysterious, alluring and charming
When the world of the living can immerse itself in a fantasy or a dream, it can become a place of harmony
Mundane lives with mundane people doing mundane things
Trying to escape the subpar unfairness and despair of their average lives
Lovers loving one another but not loving others who love them
Actors and actresses never getting what they want
Kings and queens at war with one another from the same bed
They all clash together and unite in a magical night
A night of mischief and contrivance bestowed upon them by pucks
As love sprouts in its own strange way and turns these people into something else
Love is dangerous, wild, infuriating, confusing, and more
Love is almost impossible to define
But most of all, love is a fickle thing
This fickle thing can always find its way into someone’s life, and I don’t mean romantically
Love blossoms and triumphs in the end
Despite no one understanding the issues they have faced in the night, they find solace in one another
These stories teach us of the sheer mystery and awe experienced during the universal experience of love
From king to queen
From woman to man
From queen to donkey
The world is not just fiction, but a reality
A reality of tribulations we face every day without knowing it
The world really loves to mess with itself despite all of us supposedly being human
The world becomes warmer while we become colder
Colder towards anyone of a different color, shape, gender, type of love, and more
Unable to support for health, money, education, or children
While we all become weaker and more indifferent to all of this strife
We are unable to resolve these issues in a day
Athens wasn’t built in a day, after all
But through this special, one-of-a-kind human, we can see these problems
While the rest of the world grows blind
No, not blind, but ignorant
We can see these struggles and share them with one another
Share information about those who try to make the world a better place for all of us
And we can unite for one significant moment as we understand the severity of these challenges
And we understand that the world isn’t over yet
For us to be aware of the conflicts surrounding us that so many fear discussing is fantastic
It is compelling for us to learn of this from another human
This human is a human with amazing stories for the people she shares them to
And I know they have more stories to share with the world, or anyone who will listen
For people come to her every day and listen to her as she does her best
To do what she does best: teach
They teach every day to those dedicated and those slacking off
Sharing lessons that reach into our souls, lessons that will help each and every one of us
Whether we know it or not
For those of us who see the beauty of these stories, and the beauty of those who tell them to us
We can only love this human with all of our hearts
Which have been touched by this very person
Who am I talking about?
I’m talking about someone who inspires every day, not just with her schoolwork
Her diligence and dedication always bringing a smile to our faces
Someone with the passion and the courage to dream big
Dream big with the rest of us as we perform and sing and dance
Living out dreams we never even thought of
Someone who never gives up when the chips are down
Working hard to keep us afloat
Someone who passes on her bravery to others
They can always lift us up when we fall and they will never be tired
They will lift us up even when we haven’t fallen yet, knowing that this won’t be our last chance
Someone who pushes us to be better people to one another
Someone we can laugh with and spread words of kindness with
Someone who can give us a hug
Someone who cares and is cared about
And it’s sad to see that all the passion and love in the world can still be brushed aside
By people who can only see through one lens
People who fail to see the beauty of different minds and bodies all coming together
People who only want to see their way
So they push and pull like workers on an Animal Farm
Grabbing every last string of humanity and freedom that we have
In the name of “cooperation”
Those we care about can only try so much until no longer having the power they once had
Having been disillusioned from the system of education
Unfortunately, we can’t have individualistic freedom and everyone we have
Some people can only fade away.
Just… away.
But they are never gone
They will fight tooth and nail to resurface for the hundreds of reasons they are here:
Us
They will also be inside of us, warming our hearts
Their millions of stories will never fade away
Stories that will always be part of us
Stories that will always stay with us and help us grow
Stories that still make me become a stronger person than before
Stories that may design my future
Not just their stories, but their stories
The stories of who they are and who they will be
Who they were to everyone around them
Because to me, this person is someone who made my life better just by being there
Someone who always made me smile until I couldn’t hold it up
Someone whose brilliance will never be properly defined through words alone
Only by what she knows I think of her
And wherever they go and whatever they do, they will never forget us until their grave
This human will always keep stories of us
Stories of the amazing things we did together or apart
They will always remember what happened here at this school and outside of it
More importantly, she should know this isn’t her fault
We know who to blame
And we already cherish her impact on our lives and who we are
They will always be someone dear to us, someone unremarkable and unforgettable
Because they will always spread their compassion, humor, and love to those around them
I know they will
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