come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
I’ll become the best manure on this earth
I may turn brown,
I may stink,
And I may become soft mush.
But I’ll become the best manure on this earth,
Blood and sweats of working out every morning and night,
Flesh and bone jumping through hoops and fires,
I’ll give all I have.
9.20.2019
Yes.
A small yes was where it all started.
An ant compared to a glacier whale
May be a feeble dust in a wind,
But a yes cannot be changed.
It will haunt through thousands of hills,
Lurk in mindless blind spots,
Resounding heartbeats blares its horns
As dusts flares into a grand sand storm.
The ant has said yes.
9.19.2019
All we see is the light that dances in the darkness.
Coldly marching drumbeats into the silence,
Sedulous wings whispers,
‘This must be the way, the only way’
Fire dances in the darkness,
Ever more alluringly.
9.19.2019
We fought a good fight.
Although dreams were sacrificed,
Moral values had to be changed,
we fought a good fight.
It is time to build again.
Back-stabbed by colleagues,
Humiliated by subordinates,
But it is time to build again.
Slowly, an earthworm digs its hole.
Quietly, a baobab tree grew an inch.
Our hearts will not stop.
Our hearts will grow.
9.18.2019
Once, I have known you.
through flesh and bones,
I’ve grown familiar with
your ever present smell.
Now my soul awaits
For space to creek open,
For time to zoom in,
To reach out to your hand.
9.17.2019
Perhaps you’ve known already.
That we aren’t meant for lofty breeze,
Rather a summer night of radicals
That call forth what laid in our bloods.
Howling of lunatics aren’t sharp enough
For in silence, action implodes in speed
No motion needs no proof or cause.
For in this moment, nothing else,
But we live only.
9.16.2019
I’ve been studying MCAT to get into medical school. With my age, most of my friends have already graduated from medical school. They have started a residency. I am still a premed.
Last year, when I forgot to bring my passport to the MCAT test site, I vowed to myself that I would never walk the path of medical school again. I was just so upset with myself for having to try again and fail over and over again. I saw myself falling into depression, anxiety, and lower my self-esteem as I pushed myself through the grind. I didn’t like what I am nor where I was headed to. I had to reevaluate what I truly enjoy.
But there is a reason why I hesitate so much before taking that first step away from becoming a medical doctor: am I quitting because it is too hard?
I would like to believe that it is for a greater cause, that I have given my best try at it, and that I am looking for something that I would truly enjoy, not just for the sake of keeping my words, but for what my heart truly pulls me toward.
Surprisingly, now that I am trying to find what I truly enjoy, I could barely identify them. While I studied for MCAT, I had kept a list of things I wanted to do once the exam was over. There were specific places I was going to go to. I wanted to make a poetry book. I wanted to read hundreds of books.
One of the projects that I have discussed about with my friend in Flushing, Queens was to start learning machine learning.
I know not a single code to write. However, I liked the idea of machine learning. I liked that it was new, I liked that it could be a way of better understanding AI. Although I am very behind the game, I wanted to explore it. I could somehow see that my field experience and machine learning could pair well together.
For now, however, it feels very awkward. I feel like I am fooling around with my precious after-work time. I worry about whether I can meet a girl to date. I worry about whether I can progress in my work in order to get into a better position. I worry about whether other people think I am worthy of their respect or not. It feels quite lonely to try to work my way towards the top. What is there at the top anyways? Freedom? Happiness? Meaningfulness?
The only way to find out is to give it a try. I know I won’t be able to fully rest in my death bed without giving it a try.
KRK 9.16.2019
Once actors play a showcase,
A quietest of quiet silence cannot resist
The illusions from arising
Behind the irises.
So when the silence last enough,
Truly smallest actor will arise
Out of abyss, towards the eternity
Laughing and slaughtering nonsense.
Today, mmmm today,
It is going to get going
9.12.2019
I believe that I will be better
Than who I am now, even though
I won’t know what I’ll become.
I believe that all these bitter
Pain, sweaty march, and cries of sorrow
Will be worthwhile when time comes.
I believe; at the end,
All this be worthwhile.
9.11.2019
In a middle of deadly quiet and white winter,
Spring whispered its warmth into cinders,
Stoking an awakening into consciousness,
Smoking the flickers of lustful life into wilderness.
Then the summer came,
With a whirlwind of bombastic laughter, serene tear-shedding, and a shot gun picnics into greeneries,
Cinematic crimson feather clouds floating loftily above the guardless heads,
And a steaming magmatic energy exuded by every loving living beings under the sun,
Stepping into the Autumn,
Hardened skins wizened with crevices of scars, ones which have bled once.
Eyes softened with glows of exploding young stars,
Voice resounded from deep within from a well of soul that dug itself deeper inside.
Autumn, autumn is here.
9.10.2019
Ralph with Coffee 
You must be logged in to post a comment.