Post Poetry Slam

Tonight was Convent's poetry slam, Surge. What an event it was! And in the haze of this loss of motivation and me struggling to hold onto everything that seems to defy gravity that vibe that polluted the convent air tonight didn't sit well with me. It was mere disrespect stirred well into a cup of immaturity. Maybe Mrs. Reyes was well within her right to call the police officers and to "put ppl out" of school. If you behave without regards for the dignity that rests inside of you and that rests inside of others then who is to respect you and what justification reels this respect in. Tonight the Convent girls and their companions were like animals caged for far too long who often go crazy with the taste of freedom. I imagine that Mrs. Reyes will be up late tonight like many form 6ers, cup of coffee within reach, wondering how to address us on Monday morning. I imagine that the school population is be riled up with uncertainty and confusion, ready to make senseless remarks drunk of their immaturity. It is easier to point a finger, say YOU! YOU! YOU! but it is also imperative to look at yourself and see the errors made by self in its self indulgent nature. It is important to understand cause and effect. It is important to introspect and see the boundaries that you may have crossed that may have triggered the reaction and the "tough love" of Mrs. Reyes. It is important to grow up and start trying to understand content.

#Selah

"This is the real secret of life—to be completely engaged with what you are doing in the here and now. And instead of calling it work, realize it is play.” - *Alan Watts*

#March. In like a lion. Out like a king.

Don't forget how lion-hearted you are

I prefer to be on my own. I do not wish to relegate the importance of souls and the joys they have to lend but I have come to know that my growth is accelerated when I'm taken out of the floods of noise and shadiness. The haziness tends to make one forget how lion-hearted they are. The pressures tend to make you feel so small, insignificant. This is not say that I do not possess the strength of a warrior. I am only trying to express that it's easier to face those silent most infernal wars in the absence of people.

Discipline.
Discipline.
Discipline.
Discipline.
Discipline.
Discipline.
Discipline.
Discipline.
Discipline.